#I love him but oh my god my heart is going to implode

[septic-salad]

I CANT!!! WHY!! STOP BREAKING MY HEART!! I DONT EVEN HAVE ANY TIME TO RECOVER!!!! WTH!!!

[vampireloverz]

thought abt god of war again and almost burst into tears

[mystra-midnight]

4 Minutes

summary: each second felt like a doomsday clock counting down, the ominous tick-tock reverberating in his mind, echoing the moment's urgency. ten seconds to midnight, and then his world would implode.

warnings: 18+ only. dom!logan. stripper!reader. quickie. spanking. name calling: (slut, whore). some dirty talk was thrown in for good measure.

words: 1.9k

notes: i am still not sorry. not one bit. dedicated to the lovely @keigohawks who has been letting me live and scream in their dms the entire time i've been writing this. thank you my love <3

Four minutes.

That was all the time he had. Each second felt like a doomsday clock counting down, the ominous tick-tock reverberating in his mind, echoing the moment's urgency. Ten seconds to midnight, and then his world would implode. Logan wasn't merely waiting for it; he was hurtling toward it with the speed of a freight train. His heart pounded inside his chest with enough force that he swore he heard his ribcage breaking. The burn of adrenaline through his veins was like fire, scorching him from the inside out. 

Just four mother-fucking minutes.

He didn't mind, not really. As much as he grumbled and groaned, if this was how his world was going to end, then it was a pretty good way to go—with your pussy stretched around his aching cock, swallowing every inch of him over and over again, and your slick dripping from his balls.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and cigarettes, a heady, intoxicating mixture that clung to the air and invaded his senses. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the walls, barely illuminating the space. Still, it was enough to capture the intensity etched onto your features. Your teeth were sunk deeply into your plump lower lip, a futile attempt to stifle the pleasure-laced moans that threatened to escape from your chest. Your brows knitted together in a blend of ecstasy, a slow burn igniting in your thighs and spreading like wildfire through your body.

You were starting to get tired; he could tell from the shift in your movements, changing from an energetic bounce on his cock to the slow, deliberate roll of your hips. Your exhaustion was inevitable, for you didn't have his stamina nor the healing factor that kept him at his peak. Yet each languid sway of your hips spoke volumes: you were determined to continue despite the fatigue creeping into your muscles.

Logan grabbed your arse with both hands, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he took two greedy handfuls to steady you. He thrust upward into you, using his impressive strength to guide you up and down his thick cock. Everything about the moment was hasty, from the way he touched you to the way he fucked you—there was no time for finesse. His trousers were shoved down to his knees; your panties pulled to the side so he could sheath himself in your warm, tight pussy; your skimpy top somewhere on the floor, long since abandoned.

"Oh, god," you moaned, voice etched with pleasure when his lips found yours for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His fingers pressed harder into your skin, the strength of his grip certain to leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew the marks wouldn't be good for business; you couldn't afford to be on stage looking like the victim of a slasher film.

Men didn't like it when their women were bruised.

And yet, caught up in the heat of the moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care—not when his cock was plunging deep inside you, hitting that spot with a mix of sweet agony. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, overriding any concerns about tomorrow's performance.

His canines dug into your lower lip, the sharp sting blending beautifully with the pleasure coursing through you. His palm cracked loudly against your arse, the impact sending a jolt through your blood, making your flesh jiggle and your walls tighten around him.

"Ride, girl," he growled, his voice a low warning that crawled up his throat and onto your tongue. His lip curled into a positively feral expression you couldn't help but admire, even in the throes of passion.

You whined softly, your eyes lifting to meet his as you clung to him as though your life depended on it. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails tearing at the worn leather of his jacket. Your tits were pressed tightly against his chest, hardened nipples brushing against the defined muscles beneath his shirt. Despite the barrier of his clothing, you knew he was well-built; you'd felt the firm contours of his body when you'd pushed your hands beneath his shirt to fumble with his belt.

"Logan," you breathed his name so softly, so breathlessly, and so fucking prettily.

You were a flame, and he was but a moth drawn to you.

The world seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving only the two of you entwined in a lover's embrace. The soft hum of the music had long since faded into mere background noise, insignificant compared to the intensity between you two. Your breaths mingled in the heated air, your bodies moving together in a desperate, urgent rhythm that spoke of an uncontainable desire. The way Logan consumed your world was almost overwhelming, his presence filling every corner of your mind until nothing else mattered.

A low growl rumbled from his chest as you kissed him, your tongue exploring the depths of his mouth with a hunger that bordered on ravenous. Each delicious sound he made was like ambrosia to your starved soul, quenching a thirst you hadn't realised was so deep. You felt his cock twitch within your slick walls. Logan's hands gripped your arse, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced you to maintain a gruelling pace, driving you down onto him despite the burn that was building in your thighs.

His strength was intoxicating, arousing in a way that made your pulse race. You loved how his hands felt on your body, how his biceps bulged beneath the leather of his jacket, radiating an unmistakable power. He could break you if he wanted to, could fuck you like a plaything, but instead, he coveted you with a fierce desire.

"You'd better make me cum, bub, or they're going to see us like this."

His pace remained steady and unhurried by the moment's urgency. Yet the way he spoke, how his words were coated in smug male confidence, made your pulse quicken. You responded with a soft mewl, muffled as you kissed his neck, which only seemed to spur him on. Logan chuckled low and deep, the sound vibrating through you.

"Or is that what you want? Such a dirty fucking girl," he said, his voice thick with playful mockery. His hand landed on your arse, opened, palmed, hard enough to leave a perfect print of his palm. Your body jolted in response. It wasn't that you were embarrassed by the idea of being seen. On the contrary, Logan silently marvelled over how you seemed more comfortable in your own skin than he ever was in his.

But the thought of someone—one of the security guards, or worse, Vanessa or Wade—busting through the door at any moment was entirely different. The idea was mortifying yet so arousing that it left your head spinning.

He felt your slick heat drawing him in deeper, the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room as fresh moisture pooled between your thighs. His sharp senses picked up every detail, from the quickening of your breath to the pounding of your heart, which sounded like the thundering of horses' hooves, to the way your walls clenched around him with each thrust.

Logan revelled in it, his predatory instincts heightened by the knowledge that, at any moment, the door could swing open. The thought made his cock twitch inside you, driving him to thrust even harder, determined to bring you to that explosive peak before anyone could interrupt.

Your mind was a whirlwind of sensations, every nerve ending on fire as you rode the thin line between fear and ecstasy.  Logan's growl vibrated against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck as he murmured, "You like that, don't you? The thought of them walking in and seeing how perfectly you take my cock. Makes you even wetter, doesn't it?"

You couldn't deny it; the heat between your legs was proof enough–positively spine-tingling. Logan's pace shifted, becoming relentless, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your juices, and his low, primal growls filled the room, creating a symphony of raw desire.

"That's what you want, though, isn't it?" he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're a filthy slut who wants to be seen like this—taking every inch of my cock like the needy whore you are. Yeah, that's it. You're squeezing me like a fucking vice just thinking about it."

His words were raw and vulgar, cutting through the haze of pleasure he invoked. He gripped your arse firmly, spreading your cheeks wide as if to put you on full display, daring anyone who might walk through the door to witness the scene. The way he handled you was as possessive as it was degrading, leaving you teetering on the edge of humiliation and ecstasy.

"Please." The word fell from your lips like a desperate prayer, though you couldn't quite grasp what you were pleading for. It felt as if you were suspended on the edge of the world, teetering on the brink of something vast and eternal. Logan was the blade poised to cut the rope, to either set you free or send you spiralling into oblivion. "Logan, please."

You didn't know whether you were begging for mercy or more. Your soul cried out for one while your mind craved the other. It felt as if he had summoned a storm within your veins, a tempest that lashed at your insides, threatening to tear you apart in the most exquisite way. The wave of your impending orgasm loomed so close you could almost taste it, feel it beginning to tingle in your toes, a spark waiting to ignite into a wildfire.

It happened without warning, surging through you with all the force of a tidal wave. Your body trembled in his grasp as the sensation crashed over you. His lips pressed hard against yours, a possessive claim that left no room for escape. His tongue invaded the warm, wet cavern of your mouth with desperate hunger, plundering every inch as though he wanted to consume the very essence of you.

Every sound that escaped your throat was quickly swallowed, muffled and lost in the fierce heat of his kiss. It was as though Logan was determined to keep your cries from reaching the world outside that room, to make sure that only he could hear the sweet music of your pleasure.

The sheer force of your orgasm threatened to tear you from his embrace, but his grip was unyielding. The world outside faded away, becoming distant and insignificant as the storm within you raged. Every nerve in your body was on fire, a conflagration of sensation that left you shaking in his arms. But he held you tight, refusing to let go, his presence an anchor amid the chaos.

“That's it, bub. Cum for me, pretty girl, soak my fucking cock.”

His thrusts grew wilder, each more erratic than the last, as he chased his release with a raw and primal urgency. It was as if something within him snapped. His mind fogged over, his thoughts dissolving into a haze as his body tensed, every nerve igniting. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove deep inside you, filling you completely as he came, thick ropes of ivory cum spilling deep within you, coating your walls in a rush of warmth.

Had it not been for the way he held you so tightly, his lips claiming yours with such dominance, you would have screamed his name. But Logan silenced you with a kiss, his mouth moving against yours with a ferocity that stole your breath away. As the final waves of pleasure coursed through your body, you clung to him, unwilling to let go even as a knock echoed through the door.

"Times up."

[firewasabeast]

Bucktommy all dressed up and dancing together

oh you gave me the perfect excuse to write buck and tommy dancing to the song I put on repeat and imagine them having played at their wedding. If you'd like to listen before, after, or while reading, here you go.

“You look fancy!” Buck noted with a smile as he walked into their new place. “Got a hot date I don't know about?”

Tommy was dressed to the nines. A black and white tux with a bowtie, hair perfectly coiffed. It was a bit confusing, seeing as they had planned to order tacos and spend the evening putting furniture together once Buck got off work.

“Something like that,” Tommy replied slyly. “Go get changed. I've got your tux on the bed.”

Buck tilted his head, confused. “Where are we going?”

“Who said we were going anywhere?”

“Tommy, I- I don't get it.”

“Humor me, Buckley.”

“Oh, we're whipping out the last name, are we?” Buck asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he headed for the bedroom. “Okay, Kinard, I'll play along with your silly little games.”

Buck went into their room and got changed, put on his dress shoes and fixed his hair as well. He had no idea what was going on, but he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach. Tommy had a way of making Buck feel like he was the only person in the world. And even though he didn't know what was about to happen, he had a feeling this was one of those times.

He came back into the living room to dimmed lights, candles lit, and Tommy holding a bouquet of red roses.

Now Buck felt a little worried. His eyes widened. “Did I forget an anniversary? Oh my God, Tommy, I-”

Tommy moved in closer, cutting off his worries with a kiss, two fingers under the chin as per usual.

“You did not forget an anniversary,” he whispered against Buck's lips before pulling back from him and handing over the flowers. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well,” Buck smelled the flowers, “you succeeded.”

Tommy shrugged. “You're always surprising me, keeping me on my toes, figured I should return the favor sometime.”

“Oh please, you surprise me every day. I'm always learning something new about you.”

Tommy held out his hand for Buck to take, and Buck glanced between him and the flowers. “Shouldn't I put these in a vase?”

“We will in a minute,” he nodded toward the table near them, hand still outstretched. “Lay them there for now.”

Buck gently set them down, then placed his hand in Tommy's. He let Tommy lead them to the center of the living room, where he then stopped.

“What're we doing?” Buck asked, utterly confused.

Tommy pulled their stereo remote out of his pants pocket, pressed a button, then stuffed it back into his pocket. He kept his hold on Buck's hand, but took a couple steps back, asking, “May I have this dance?”

The music began and, although he felt like he had just arrived on a new planet and skipped the tour, Buck said, “Of course.”

From this moment, life has begun

From this moment, you are the one

Right beside you is where I belong,

From this moment on

“You look beautiful tonight.” Tommy spoke softly, bringing Buck close to him. They each had an arm wrapped around the other's waist, their other hands still intertwined as they began to dance.

“Thank you. My boyfriend picked my outfit for me.”

“Oh he did, did he?”

“Mhm.”

“He's got good taste.”

Buck swore Tommy's eyes twinkled as they stared at one another. The whole world could have imploded in that moment and Buck would have been none the wiser.

“Hell yeah he does. You should, uh, should see how good he looks though. Smokin' hot.”

From this moment, I have been blessed

I live only for your happiness

And for your love, I'd give my last breath

From this moment on

“Not that I'm complaining but, um, what's all this for?” Buck asked.

Tommy let out a sigh. “I was thinking about how we never got to dance at Maddie's wedding, and that's a damn shame. I was looking forward to it.”

Buck couldn't help but laugh. “That was six months ago, Tommy!”

“Six months too long.”

I give my hand to you with all my heart

I can't wait to live my life with you, I can't wait to start

You and I will never be apart

My dreams came true because of you

Sometimes, Buck felt like he was dreaming. That Tommy was a figment of his imagination. Someone he created to make himself feel complete.

And maybe another person couldn't actually complete you, but Tommy came pretty damn close.

Buck moved his arms to drape over Tommy's shoulders, hands cradling at the nape of his neck. Tommy used the change as an opportunity to bring them even closer, his arms around Buck's waist, hands settled at the bottom of his back.

“I love this song,” Buck said, resting his head on Tommy's shoulder. “Reminds me of when I was little, hearing it on the radio.”

From this moment, as long as I live

I will love you, I promise you this

There is nothing, I wouldn't give

From this moment on

“Anything Shania is a favorite of mine, but you know that already.”

Buck smiled, humming as he turned his head to nuzzle into Tommy's neck. “Walking in on you dancing to Any Man of Mine in your underwear? I'll never forget that one.”

Tommy snorted. “It's a wonder you didn't leave me right then and there.”

“It's a wonder I didn't propose right then and there.” When Buck realized what he said, his body stiffened. He went to pull back, to ask if that was too much, but Tommy kept him close.

“I would've said yes.”

The words were spoken barely above a whisper. Buck almost missed it completely. But he didn't. He heard Tommy and it made his heart skip a beat. He melted into him further.

Oh, you're the reason I believe in love

And you're the answer to my prayers from up above

All we need is just the two of us

My dreams came true because of you

Technically, they weren't dancing anymore. Instead swaying gently as they held each other up.

Buck lifted his head slightly, just enough to look into Tommy's eyes. “Did we just sort of propose to each other?”

Tommy smiled, his nose scrunching up in the way Buck loved so much. “I don't know. A little bit, I think. A promise, maybe?”

Buck nodded, laid his head back down. “I like that.”

From this moment, as long as I live

I will love you, I promise you this

There is nothing I wouldn't give

From this moment, I will love you

As long as I live, from this moment on

Buck made no effort to release himself from Tommy's grasp as the song ended. He closed his eyes, now wet with tears as he became overwhelmed by the amount of love he felt. “Can we play it again?” he muttered out, willing his voice not to break.

Tommy moved just enough to hit replay on the remote and press a lingering kiss to Buck's forehead. “As many times as you want.”

From this moment, life has begun

From this moment, you are the one

Right beside you is where I belong

From this moment on...

[chaoticbardlady99]

Nobody's Fool (Astarion x GN! Reader) Part 4

Synopsis: Astarion kissed Shadowheart during Truth or Dare and then he kisses you in the heat of Battle. You and Astarion have a heart to heart after he refuses to give back your bedroll. Astarion realizes how much he needs you and wants you around.

CW: Dead dove, fighting violence (beating the heck out of Nere)

Author Note: Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for all the love and support!

Part 3 : Part 5 : Master list

“Hold it!” 

 “Easy now! Let’s not do anything hilarious!” He says all too quickly to the Deep Gnome.

“Shut your mouth hoon or I’ll shut you down.”

 He really hates Gnomes and this certainly isn’t helping. 

 Astarion could not be more horrified with the situation in front of them right now and you are in shock- the amount of ‘blow up dust’ as you so ungraciously called it, could quite literally destroy every single person in this room. 

 Gods, Astarion adores you. Only you would panic and yell, “GUYS THAT’S A LOT OF BLOW UP DUST!” 

 Karlach is laughing hysterically out of fear and Gale looks like he may actually shit himself. Astarion is somehow the calmest individual here and that doesn’t bode very well for him. He isn’t keen on planning and with you out of commission, Karlach on the verge of hysteria, and Gale, oh so usually fearless Gale, is having second thoughts about this adventure, it’s up to Astarion to keep you all from imploding. 

 “DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” the Gnome roars, earning a roll of Astarion’s eyes, “state your business.”

“W-we are here because we really need some of that powered, “ you say awkwardly, “you are Philomeena? I presume?” 

“What’s to say?” Her thick accent grinds on his ear drums, “you’re Nere’s bootlicker- saw you sail in. A godsdamned True Soul.

“Better to die in this shit heap than moonrise. If you want me- come get me.”

 Astarion takes over the conversation from there and manages to talk her down and she retreats- leaving them just enough to free Nere and the Deep Gnomes trapped in the rock fall. 

“I suppose romance is dead,” Gale tsks, “that Gnome is heartless.” 

“Eh,” Astarion shrugs, “I’m not entirely surprised- that ‘lover’ of hers is rather annoying.” 

“Annoying?” You whirl around, looking very confused, “what in the hells do you mean by annoying?” 

 You are the emotional equivalent of a poofy cat right now and Astarion had a feeling something may eventually strike one of your nerves.

 The group had played a massive game of Truth or Dare the night before. Shadowheart, for whatever reason, dared Astarion to kiss her. He figured it was just in good fun- no big deal.

 He is beginning to think that he may have been sorely, sorely mistaken and so does Shadowheart- and coincidentally, Karlach.

 Their line of thought had been that you may finally make your move.

 It backfired miserably. 

 You talked to him throughout the night like you normally do, but you weren’t nearly as forthcoming with your own answers, and you told him you didn’t know if you were up for a cuddle. You said you just “had a bad dream the night before and I don’t want to wake you up from all my thrashing. It usually accompanies the second night.” 

 He knows it’s utter shit. He saw how heartbroken you looked and the way you seemed to indulge in far more wine than you usually do. You decided you were over the game after a few more rounds and decided to go to bed- he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if you would want his comfort or not so he joined you a bit later- certainly space would be the best thing he could provide.

 It once again occurred to him that that was not the direction to go after Shadowheart and Karlach confronted him after everyone else went to sleep.

“Now they are going to think you don’t care at all!” 

“Fangs- if you want to fix this, I suggest you go sprinting that way sooner than later.” 

 “I merely meant that she seems a wee bit clingy, my Dear,” he says nonchalantly, “all that worrying over someone who doesn’t feel the same would be exhausting.”

“It is.” 

 You are turning around before anyone can even say a word. 

“I’m sorry, Fangs,” Karlach whispers before racing to catch up with you. 

 He sighs heavily- he should be next to you right now. 

“Trouble in paradise?”

 Astarion scowls, “I don’t need your advice, Gale, I have standards.” 

“Maybe, but I’m not the one who hurt Tav’s feelings by kissing my ex- fling,” he states matter of factly, “you know how much they care for you- you didn’t think to tell Shadowheart, ‘no’?” 

“I-“ Astarion goes to defend himself but then realizes that, unfortunately, Gale is right. Only he has no idea how to say no. It never occurred to him that he would be allowed to tell other people no- not just you.

“I don’t think less of you, Astarion,” Gale says promptly, “I am no stranger when it comes to the topic of love.

“You should do something meaningful for them.” 

“And whatever the hells can I do!?” He tries not to sound so whiny and desperate, “they despise me right now and why wouldn’t they!?” 

 And that is when Gale drops the bomb of all bombs.

 He told Astarion your first date plans for him- sea shell hunting, a bottle of wine, and just getting to know each other. At the time it may have made him scoff and make fun of you- what a ridiculous concept, taking him to collect seashells. 

 Only now, he wants to do that more than anything, but you have already crossed the river and you all have yet to get Nere’s head in one of your bags for the Myconoid colony. He isn’t even entirely sure there are seashells down here!

 He stands firm in his resolve- he will continue to act as if nothing is different, maybe be more affectionate, and then when you all finally make it out of the Underdark and if there is a decent beach near the Crèche- he is going to take you on the date of the Century and you won’t have to question his affections ever again.

 It is bad for his plan- after all. 

  He follows you and Karlach as you make the trek back to the slaves and the slavers attempting to free Nere and the others trapped behind the rock wall. 

 You still avoid his gaze when you talk to the Deep Gnomes and the Duergar- informing them that you have the solution to all their problems and then some.

 Everything pops off instantly- you are rage filled and Nere being an ass earns him a thunder wave that sends him flying backwards.

 The fight is brutal and Astarion is keeping up with Nere in the mess of battle around them- you protect him with sanctuary and give him as many advantages as you are able while also making sure the others are equally as taken care of. 

 “ASTARION!” 

 Astarion ends Nere and turns just in time to see an enlarged Duergar come stumbling towards him- grabbing him by the head before flinging him towards the Lava. 

 If he’s being completely honest- it’s not the worst death he could experience and he isn’t all that upset about it.

 However, he never does get devoured by the lava below. You jumped in time to grab him and he forgot that you had consumed a potion of flying and elixir of giant strength before the battle. You were hyper worried about the lava and he supposes he is grateful for it as you both go rolling onto one of the rock platforms floating like a ship.

 Astarion begins to feel the impact of the situation he had been about to experience. He supposes it probably wouldn’t have been that pleasant of an experience, but still not the worst.

 You, on the other hand, risked your sanity and innocence for him- not even knowing if you would be able to get to him or not. 

 The battle continues to roar around both of you, but his attention is entirely on you. 

 You care for him- really care for him- and he has come to really care for you too. How can you not see how much he cares about you? How are you still clouded by his regretful rejection!?  

 “Are you okay?” You are a sweaty, horribly panicked mess, “are you hurt? Any scratches? What about-“

 You are cut off by his lips against yours and his hands cupping your face. 

  You look dazed when he finally stops and thankfully, he is able to recover somewhat and sends an arrow flying at the duergar that was about to shoot you. 

 You both re-engage in the battle- now using ranged attacks to cover each other and the others. 

 It feels like eons before it ends, but you never leave each other’s side and he could do this for as long as needed as long as you are nearby. If your safety and his safety are in question, he will not leave until both of you are safe. The idea of abandoning you, in spite of how afraid he is, makes him sick. 

 You give him a weak smile by the time it’s over- you are obviously overheated and feeble. Sweat drips down your face and neck- he supports you and Gale helps to teleport you both over. 

 Astarion beheads Nere like he promised he would and the trek back to camp feels like an eternity. He is even feeling overheated and that is saying something. 

  You go with the rest of the women to clean up and that leaves Astarion to wonder if he crossed the line. Maybe he misread all the signs and you have been over him for a while now. 

 A sigh of relief leaves his mouth when you enter the tent- you look torn by his presence and you sit crisscrossed with your hands folded across your chest.

“You have to choose.”

“I-I beg your pardon?” he scoffs.

“You either kiss me or you kiss Shadowheart, but I can’t keep feeling confused and heartbroken like this. I know you rejected me, but that still doesn’t mean you can play with my feelings.”

 Astarion feels a lump form in his own throat- he didn’t realize how much he had hurt you with his actions. He knew to some extent they hurt you, but he hadn’t realized that this had maybe been an ongoing issue for you and the majority of his actions have been kind of confusing. 

“I choose you,” he states quickly, “I’m surprised that is even a question at this point, Darling.”

“I- WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?” You sputter, “You rejected me!” 

“And I told you I regretted it!”

“When!?”

“That day on the beach!”

 You look dumbfounded and like you have no idea what he is even talking about. It takes you a few more moments until it seems to click, but then you just look even more annoyed.

“That was barely anything!”

“To you maybe!”

 You guffaw, an adorable pout on your face, “then why did you kiss her again?”

“It was for a game,” he rolls his eyes with exasperation, feeling agitated beyond belief, “if I knew this would be this much of a headache, I wouldn’t have come into your tent or kissed you today.” 

 He realizes what he says almost immediately after saying it. Your face is incredibly still and you look really, really hurt. 

 You get up and grab your bed roll- storming towards the entrance.

“Darling-“

 You swat his hand away, but he’s not about to give up that easily. He grabs for anything and you are fighting over your bedroll now.

“Give it back, Astarion!” 

“Absolutely not- not until you forgive me and agree to stay!” 

 “I’m not ready to!”

“Then I guess you won’t get your bedroll or sleep!” 

 The two of you stare at each other, neither party budging and when you do a test pull, he narrows his eyes at you and holds the sleeping bag even tighter. 

 Admittedly, the idea of you walking away from him while you are still upset makes him feel like he’s been flayed. He doesn’t want to sit agonizing about what his punishment may be if you decide you are never able to forgive him. His brain is going to extremes- you will either never speak to him again, kick him out, stake him, return him to Cazador, or you will serve Cazador level punishment. 

 He knows you wouldn’t do any of those things in his rational brain- you probably just need a moment to breathe-but his nervous system is alight with fear and worry. His brain is telling him he cannot let you walk out of your tent until this is resolved. 

 You pull on it again and his grip only tightens more- that’s when he becomes aware of the fact that he is shaking and he hasn’t blinked or breathed in a moment. Not a sound has escaped him- he oozes worry and fear. 

 He doesn’t want to go back to how things were before he gave you the Restoration Amulet- he doesn’t want to lose his cuddle time with you or your affection or gain your hatred.

 He doesn’t want you to realize what Cazador had so long ago- Astarion is a nuisance, a dumb ass, and a fool. He’s naive and ridiculous- unloveable at best. 

 He doesn’t want you to see him that way, but maybe it’s too late now. Maybe the damage is already done and this is only making it worse.

“Astarion?” Your voice is soft and your head is tilted, “it’s okay- I can be upset with your actions and vice versa without something bad happening. I just- well I guess I needed some time to cool off.” 

 He can’t speak- his body has shut down entirely. When did that happen? His body is disconnected from his brain and he is floating in space. He feels so far away from you and it makes him want to cry like a pathetic child who is afraid of a monster under the bed. 

 He needs you and he doesn’t want to admit it.

“Astarion?” 

 The way he let’s go of the bed roll is almost robotic.

“No worries, Darling,” his mask comes up again- something he hasn’t felt the need to do in a while, “go, cool off or whatever it is you need to do. I will find something else to preoccupy my time.” 

 He turns back towards his stuff in your tent- maybe he should pack it up? Give you a night to yourself? 

 Maybe he should start heading towards Baldur’s Gate and attempt to free himself from Cazador. It will likely end in his death, but maybe that is for the better. Nobody needs a broken piece of garbage hanging around. 

 A gentle hand on his shoulder makes him stiffen even more, but your scent and the sound of your heartbeat are enough to keep him from lashing out in fear. 

 “Astarion- please stand up and look at me- please.”

 He does as he’s told because what else can he do? You are mad at him and he can’t afford to lose you. 

 Astarion, in his haze, is confused by the sad look on your face. You should be elated- he is broken and ready to be used for whatever you need. Whatever you want- as long as it means you will come back to him by morning and you won’t think less of him than you probably already do. 

 Your hands gently move to his cheeks and your eyes are boring into his empty, unblinking, spacey ones. He can hear your heartbeat racing- your response to the monster in your tent. However, you could not be more gentle, caring, and brave.

“Come back to me, Star,” you whisper, “you’re safe here with me. I care about you so much.” 

“I am fine, Darling.”

“No, you aren’t,” you frown and your eyes begin to look watery, “I can see you, Astarion. You are panicking. I am so sorry. Everything is okay- I am not going to leave you or hurt you and I still think the world of you. It was just a… well I don’t know what it was, but it’s okay. I promise.”

 It’s like the first rays of sun through the tent in the morning- your voice calls to him as it does when he is having nightmares. 

 The person who hid away long ago, the 39 year old boy who had been tricked- is peering through the fog and at you. Astarion feels as desperate as he did the moment he was dying- he needs help and instead of Cazador looming over him, you are offering a healing hand. 

 The boy who needed someone like you is awakening within him as you continue to coax him back to life. His tears are falling, his heart is broken- he isn’t sure he wants to be experiencing the cathartic sensation of finally letting go of some of the pain that has been etched into his body- into his soul. 

 He also didn’t mean to make the situation about himself, but you don’t seem to mind. Of course you don’t- why would you? You are you.

“You are safe here with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you- I won’t ever hurt you. I promise. Just like I know you won’t let anyone hurt me.” 

 You trust him to keep you safe. You believe that he is capable of doing so.

 The entire dam breaks- he bursts into tears uncharacteristically and his sobs are broken and raw. Astarion holds onto you like Karlach does Clive. 

 He doesn’t remember when you hugged him back, but he is finally brought completely back after several moments of embracing each other. Your shoulder is drenched in tears and he is still shaking, but he is more aware now.

 Safe. It is safe here. 

 “I didn’t mean it,” he whispers.

“I know you didn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I forgive you,” you say firmly, “I-I was upset and I know other people being displeased hasn’t been the best experience for you. I will try to communicate my frustrations and needs better next time.” 

“And I won’t do something as stupid as kiss Shadowheart again.”

“You are allowed to do whatever you please.”

“I know and I will actually tell her, ‘no’.”

 Your brows are furrowed, “what do you mean?”

“Gale made me realize that I am allowed to say no.”

 You blink a few times, a flash of guilt crosses your face, and then you press a quick kiss to his cheek- it’s your turn to wipe his tears away and you smile at him sadly.

“You are always allowed to say no and if someone has an issue with it, then they are going to have to answer to those fangs and my long sword.” 

 Your words are like music to his ears.

 He takes your bed roll from the ground, rolls his out as it should be and then covers it with yours. You both climb into the covers- your body heat is like an antidote to his poisoned mind. The fear continues to ebb away. 

 Astarion lays his head against your chest and you stroke his hair. He hums happily against your sweat sheened skin. Your tank top sticks to you, but the spots where he lays seem to be drying up a bit more. 

 He loves how fundamentally alive you are. Astarion has never been able to enjoy another person’s presence and cuddling is the only act that has never been ruined for him. He loves the ability to hear your heart thrumming through your chest and your blood in your veins. Every breath reminds him to breath and he seems to always follow your rhythm. His favorite is when you fall asleep.

 Your breathes are soft and slow- your heart is lazy and you are in a deep, deep sleep. You have a predator cuddling with you- one that you have given permission to drink from you at any point- and yet you sleep as sound as a babe. Your trust in him means more than words could ever say. 

 How many nights had he spent terrified and afraid in Cazador’s company? Or in the kennels? Sometimes even locked away in a crypt and once his own coffin!

 The night he would have a moment for a cuddle, he would lay against them or vice versa, but he knew their death was on the way and it felt wrong. It felt like he was lying to them and it bothered him more than he would ever openly admit to anyone- well, besides you maybe. 

 Now, he listens to the heartbeat of the ‘Hero’ in the grand scheme of things and he knows he will awaken to you tomorrow morning. You will have a smile on your face and lead this group to that Gods awful forge- bravery and confidence in your stance even though you are basically facing impossible odds. 

 And he trusts you. Astarion will be by your side with both of his daggers ready to strike at your word and he knows the same goes for you towards him. 

  For the first time in 200 years, Astarion lets himself believe that he may truly end up being free of Cazador. As long as you are by his side, anything is possible.

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ok you asked for requests and I have a really boring one

but being roommates with Schlatt or Ted, where you’ve always been kinda flirty. And one day it just implodes??? hope that makes sense

oh you were cooking with that one sweet anon, it’s a classic

and I of course, had to use my favorite tropes for my favorite trope

You had had enough of the chasing game.

Ever since you answered Schlatt’s ad for a roommate last year, you had been practically love struck. He was charming, at moments sweet, and had a hilarious wit that left you bent over with laughter constantly. Who could blame you for all but falling for the man, especially when it seems he was reciprocating some feelings.

Subtle touches to your waist, praises to how your new haircut looked or your makeup that day, leaning in to murmur in your ear at parties. Hell, he’d even brag about how he was special because you lived with him. Maybe it was delusion, but you really thought he felt something back.

Until two nights ago. The two of you were watching a movie, and the main romantic lead kissed the damsel, when something slipped out of your mouth.

“God I wish that were me.”

Schlatt looked at you curiously from the corner of his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. “What? Getting kissed by that actor or getting kissed?”

“Either. It’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed,” you chuckle, turning to look at him. He grabs the remote and pauses it, before shifting himself to face you. “I find this very difficult to believe,” he says, snorting and taking another sip of beer.

“No really. I think the last time was my ex, and that was like, five or six months ago. I’m not exactly in high demand.”

Schlatt shifts forward, putting down his beer on the coffee table. His amused expression shifts to one of softness. “I wouldn’t know about that.” He looks intently into your eyes, before his gaze shifts to your mouth, then back to your mouth. “Oh?” you whisper. He leans in, and you do too.

But your lips don’t meet- Schlatt stops himself.

“I’m sorry,” he says, shifting back. “We shouldn’t,” he mumbles. The disappointment settles in your heart and in your stomach, giving you a queasy feeling. “Oh,” you repeat, but the emotion has shifted. You stand up, brush your palms on your jeans. “Understood,” you whisper, heading to your room.

It had been a week, and you had avoided him since. He tried to talk to you, but you had honestly felt embarrassed. Clearly you mistook his intentions, a symptom of being chronically single for these past few months. Your friend had offered graciously to set you up on a blind date after you had regaled her your romantic roommate woes.

You had put on your hottest little black dress, done your hair just right, and you couldn’t lie, you looked damn sexy. This is just what you needed. You grab your bag and throw your keys in, exiting your room and shuffle to the front door, putting on your shoes.

As you approach the front door, you hear a low whistle. “Damn doll, where you planning to go in that?”

You turn around to see Schlatt leaning against the living room wall. “I’ve been hoping to see you all week, and I have to admit, it was worth the wait,” he smirks.

“I’m going on a date. You were right, turns out, I am in high demand,” you plaster the fakest smile at him before turning back around to open the door. Before you can, his hand is above your head, shutting it. “Toots, when I said that, I was talking about me.”

You laugh sarcastically, turning back around for a third time. “Oh please. You sure as shit didn’t seem interested last week when you wouldn’t kiss me.”

He falters for a moment, and you take the opportunity to reach for the doorknob, but Schlatt moves faster than that. He puts his hand on top of yours. “It wasn’t like that.” You roll your eyes. “Oh please, save it. I’m going to go out with a guy who wouldn’t be scared or embarrassed to kiss me.”

Schlatt raises a brow. “No. Fucking forget that guy, toots. It wasn’t fucking like that.”

“Oh, really?” You squint up at him, and he groans, before moving both his hands to your face and kisses you.

You lean into it, surprised but happy. He pulls away. “I wanted to kiss you, but I was worried you were just kissing me because you just wanted to be kissed. I mean. I didn’t want to make it awkward.”

“I do want to be kissed. By you, idiot.”

Schlatt grins. “Good, because I wanted to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me again, fucker.”

Schlatt doesn’t hesitate again.

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Happy Monday wonderful fandom :) This episode. It doesn’t need much of an intro. I remember just being so excited I couldn’t stand it ha (how I'll be in 36 days for the premiere) I had to wait an extra day cause I have Hulu and not live cable. This one is just amazing from start to finish. Once again did my best to get everything in within the limits of tumblr. 30 is just never enough especially in this season ha Off we go.

5x10 The List

Our babies get the cold open as they should this is basically their episode. They deserve the open and what a cold open it is. I can’t get over how much I love them both emptying out their closets. I wanna break this down with Tim first then Lucy. Our boy is SO SO nervous it’s so cute I cannot stand it. He wants to look good for Lucy and I wanna squee so hard at that. He’s trying so hard for her and my heart is gonna implode.

My fav for him personally was the black shirt cause god damn he looked delectable in it. But they’re all fine af on him. Man is a delicious treat we all get to enjoy with our eyes. The way he stretches out his arms each time trying to calm his nerves. It’s so cute. Loved them showing how very nervous they both were. Be still my heart.

Let’s move to Lucy. She of course is just as nervous as Tim. It’s precious. I also adore the nod to previous moments for them as she looks at her dresses. The ones from wonderful moments such as 4x12 and 4x18. Lucy looking at them and rolling her eyes. Having just as much of a struggle as Tim. Saw a good parallel between this and Bailey with her first date with John. Wanting to look hot but not too hot. Ha She nails that BTW When she finally lands on her final choice.

Tim is nervous and uncertain so what does he do? He calls Lucy. Because he doesn’t know what to wear to this. What does one wear when they’re in love with their best friend and going on their first date? So he defaults to calling his best friend about his problem. It just so happens he’s also going to be on a date with said best friend. hehe I love them so much I might die haha

Lucy sees Tim calling and immediately picks up. Makes me happy how open and honest they are right off the bat. Tim knows she isn’t ready because he isn’t ready. Just knows her so damn well. Lucy asking if he’s ready? The cute panic in his voice when he says ‘No!’ Oh my lord I cannot. Eric crushed that line. His panic continuing through asking her if this place has a dress code?

Lucy deciding messing with him is more fun than helping him. Saying he could wear cargo shorts if he wanted….Tim believing her for a moment. Then realizing what she’s doing. Calling her out for it. He is all smiles when he does though. My goodness this man is happy. So very nice to see. I love his Lucy smile it does things to me. Lucy rolls her eyes but is beaming just as much at his reply. This scene is them being love struck idiots and I’m here for it.

He couldn’t be cuter asking her what she’s wearing? Trying his best to match up. Lucy tells him she has a lot of outfits she knows she isn’t going to wear. LOL Tim reminding her about traffic is the most married thing. Doesn’t want her to be late. To their first date. Which is beyond adorable in itself. They’re both so excited I’m feeling their excitement as they get ready.

Lucy says it’s silly she knows. She just needs to make a decision. Then decides to go with the iconic green dress from 3x14. Tim knows exactly what dress that is when she mentions it. The man is legit beaming when she says that's her pick. Have we ever seen this man this happy? The answer is no LOL

He is so damn excited they’re doing this. Her picking the dress means it’s really happening. Lucy tells him it’s decided then looks in the mirror and says ‘No…’ I was rolling so hard. Melissa and Eric CRUSHED this scene. Hell this entire episode really. Cracks me up she changed her mind last minute but it’s a damn good change up as we will see below.

The awkwardness that is them begins at the restaurant. Talking about bread and the assortment being good. LMFAO What are you guys doing? It’s so funny to see Tim being so incredibly not smooth. He could not be more obvious in checking her out above. Man likes what he see’s and isn’t being subtle about it at all. Elevator gaze and no shame in the game as he does.

Lucy’s little shimmy. I’m dying. She’s very glad she decided to change from the green dress. As she should my god what a bombshell she is in that outfit. Holy hell. She nailed it. Shows off her body, plunging neckline, with the perfect necklace, and just enough cleavage she got Tim checking her out shamelessly.

Lucy came to play with this dress. She knew exactly what she was doing when she picked that whole outfit out. I think she’s very excited he’s checking her out. There’s a look of pride on her face above. Lucy knew she was driving him wild and was feeling pretty damn powerful in this moment. She has Tim Bradford panting after her. So she should be feeling as such. Well done my friend haha

Let's not over look Tim looking fine af too. I see you Tim. Mighty delicious. You know him looking hot as hell is part of Lucy's nerves as well. He dressed that way for her. So you know that's making her feel some things. They try and do some small talk and it’s quite painful tbh lmao. No one does awkward better than Eric and Melissa though. Talking about what they ordered for dinner. It's so awkward but I love it so much at the same time. Why you ask?

Because this means so much to the both of them. Neither of them want to mess it up or say the wrong thing. So they’re radiating nervous jitters. Which is adorable. Lucy answers his question that she ordered the sea bass. Tim continuing the small talk train replying he almost ordered the sea-bass.... Lucy’s reply ‘Oh, cool…’ Is it though? LOL I’m rolling at how stilted this whole conversation is. Not like them at all.

Lucy points out the awkwardness between them because she can’t not. Asking him why this is so weird? Poor Tim the panic and gulping he does when she says this. We see his eyes bulge a little too. He’s so worried she’s going to want to bail on this now. That she is regretting doing this at all. He wants this to work so badly. He’s afraid he’s messed this up already. My poor love. He is so nervous that it spills into his next comment. Awkward Tim is hilariously adorable.

He instantly regrets saying ‘Naked time.’ the minute it leaves his beautiful lips. You can see it written all over his face. Being as smooth as crunchy peanut butter my love... He has sex on the brain because of that outfit. Hence his comment. She looks so beautiful his brain is actually melting LOL Lucy is smiling so hard at his nervousness though. She loves her goober so much. Lucy knows how he is feeling what she is. So she doesn’t give him too much crap for the comment but her face and reply say it all for her haha

Lucy decides this is the time for them to have convo about expectations. I commend her for sharing this right away. It was good for her to set this boundary early on. These two are one massive boiling cauldron of UST ready to overflow. It was an important tone for her set for them. Lucy is just wanting them to date first. See what it is like to be a couple before entering into the physical part of this all. This really was a smart move on her part IMO.

We all love the sexy times and we get lots of it this season. But it was important they took their time like they did. Just like I was glad they didn’t get together in 5x01. I was glad they didn't rush this either. Delayed gratification is a beautiful thing. I LOVE how Tim is staring so lovingly at her as she says all this. That man would’ve done ANYTHING she wanted in this moment. Absolutely anything. He could not be more in love with her if he tried. Look at that man above as she speaks.

Looking like she hung the moon and stars. He would do whatever it is she wanted. Because he’s so gone for her. Lucy could’ve asked for the world and he would've delivered just simply because she asked. There is no hesitation or regret on his face. He is truly listening and wanting to do whatever she is comfortable with. Eric just crushing it out here with his facial expressions. He would give her whatever she wants whenever she wants it. That’s what his face is screaming to me In this moment. She has him hook, line and sinker.

Tim hears the back door open and looks up. Lucy sees the panic on his face and gives him crap for it. Asking if he’s worried someone from station will see them? Tim shrugs it off and says 'What are the chances? ' A fight breaks out in the kitchen and Lucy seems worried about it. Tim tries to play it off not wanting it to interrupt their date.

He just wants this date to go well so badly. Doesn’t want whatever this is to get in the way. Sadly it doesn’t go their way and the employees end up fighting and knife is drawn. Unfortunately the cops are called and their dinner is ruined. Lucy making the comment ‘What are the chances someone from the station walks in now?’ HA

They both look so sad and exasperated their date was ruined like this. All they wanted was to enjoy a meal together. Figure this whole thing out while they did so. AMAZING cold open for them though holy hell. Excellent way to open up this episode for them. Lots of goodness in it. I knew we were in for quite a ride from getting all that in the open alone.

The next morning they could not be more suspicious or obvious if they tried. Trying to figure out how to explain their presence in the police report. This whole scene is hilarious. It’s like they don’t know the entire station doesn’t suspect something to begin with…Trying so hard not to stand super close to each other while they figure this out. They’re so bad at hiding this it’s insane. So good at their jobs so very bad at this. I love Lucy just wanting to be open and honest about them. Chris had to drag every single moment out of her for months. Was like pulling teeth. Half a date with Tim she’s ready to shout it from the rooftops.

*sigh* I love this sfm. Tim warns her the dangers of them doing that this early on. He’s not wrong about Smitty LMFAO. It’s so true. Lucy’s brain kicks into gear saying could’ve been doing a UC OP. Tim getting excited by her brain. They start flirting while figuring this out. Their chemistry just coming off them in waves. The back and forth banter as they work out the details. The irony of them being all smiles and flirty while trying to hide their date. I cannot with these two dorks. Tim is beaming with love and pride by the time they’re done plotting.

Once again so bad at hiding your feelings and or relationship you two so bad…I saw a funny post saying this scene was a 'How to on not being good at hiding your secret relationship. ' LMAO YEP. John arriving and Lucy just going off about their OP without him even asking. I’m dying so much it’s hilarious. Tim going into protect Lucy mode when John is confused is everything. Telling Nolan decisively 'Nothing.' When he questions what they're talking about? Mmm tell him babe. Doesn’t want Nolan on their trail whatsoever. Good thing it was John though cause dude didn’t notice at all. He is a space cadet so they dodge a bullet.

They get called into Grey’s office for a heart attack basically. The way he starts off you think he is talking about them. The absolute panic on both of their faces. Especially Tim’s oh my lord. I love how Tim goes to reach out to comfort Lucy and has to stop himself. Now does Grey know at this point? I mean yeah probably.

I know lots of people think Grey was being a troll in this moment. Poking at them and knowing for sure when he had this talk with them. To gauge their reactions. I mean they are showing their cards like crazy in this scene. Their reactions alone are enough to solidify what I’m sure Grey suspects.

Luckily he says he’s just talking about Celia and Aaron. We watch them both relax and deflate their anxiety a bit. So happy Grey isn’t talking about them in this moment. He asks them if they’ll go and talk about this with them? Doesn’t want Celina to get off track in her rookie year. That Aaron is just out of long sleeves. They’re both so relieved they just say yes LMAO They would've agreed to anything to get out of his office at that point.

Tim holding the door for her my damn heart. Chivalry isn't dead with that man and I love it. There was a BTS post on how Eric wanted Tim to do that for her. Because well Tim Bradford and all that. It's just who he is. Of course he would hold the door for his girl. This next scene is pure married energy. Tim dreading having to have this conversation with Aaron. The last thing he wants to be doing but doesn't have a choice now that he's agreed HA

Lucy feeling it’s hypocritical if she tells Celina not to. Then realizes she can use Nolan to her advantage LMAO Smart woman being smart. Tim calls her out for cheating haha Or is she just being strategic Timothy? Lucy leaves him in the dust before he can pout any further with her. Tim being the exasperated husband as she walks away from him with her plan in place. Her 'Mmhmm.' as she leaves lol

We rejoin our beautiful couple on the sidelines of a hostage situation. One of the guys from Nyla’s bank robber situation has taken one. They’re all in a standoff waiting to see what they should do. Lucy commenting on the severity of the situation. Trying to make a light joke. Saying 'Remember when dating in secret was their biggest problem?' Love her using ‘Our’ it’s the little things.

Lucy asking him how his talk with Aaron went? Tim bringing up all the things that make their situation ‘problematic.’ To say the least. Yeah it sucks they have to face this stuff. But nothing worth having is ever easy. I love them forging forward despite this. Because as they decided in 5x08. They are worth the risk.

They needed time to figure this out despite the possible complications. So yeah there were potential problems but they were worth the risk of all those. They both knew it. It's why they didn’t bail at the first sign of possible issues. I just love it. It’s what makes 5x12 and the decision Tim makes so prominent and special.

They end up saving the woman who was taken hostage earlier. Unfortunately there is still two more on the run. Tim and Aaron get wind of them and end up in a parking structure. They make it to the top and don’t see them waiting for them. They push them to the very edge and leave them hanging. Literally. This is where Aaron becomes a damn icon. LOL

When Tim tells him to get out of the shop Aaron’s reply is the actual best. We all knew he suspected but this line of his confirms it. Also he’s not wrong…Lucy would kill him for letting Tim die. Kills me Aaron always telling it like it is to Tim. I love him so very much. He’s just saying what everyone is thinking. Being the mouth piece for the fandom once again. Tim doesn’t deny it but tells him to get out of the shop. LMFAO

They make it back to the station and Lucy is of course with Tim. Like a moth to a flame. Telling him she’s glad he didn’t die. Since he owes her for a re-do on their date. Tim being as sassy as can be in his reply. First off could they be any closer in this shot? Second the smirks and flirting are telling everyone in that bullpen what you’re trying so hard to hide you two lol my god. Tim is eating it up her wanting another date and it shows.

She is once again affectionately violent in her reply with Tim. He is all smiles when she says this too. The man is an open book of love for her. He couldn’t be happier with this banter going into their ‘second’ date. Anyone watching them can see something has changed but they're too lost in their own banter to notice that. Damn I love these two goobers so very much I might implode haha

Ahhhhh the Treats of Vietnam scene. I can’t get over how damn close these two are. It’s why that far away shot of them is my avatar. They are as close as two people can be in public sitting across from each other. She is basically sitting between his legs and I’m losing my mind about it everyone. Bouncing her leg against his. Legs for days and I'm ship drunk off this alone tbh. Also want to comment on how much I love the lighting in this scene.

The lights above them set this beautiful relaxed tone I adore so much. Tim making a slight joke thinking it's funny this where they ended up. Going from a super fancy romantic restaurant to a food truck. Saying he guesses this is their official first date. Lucy coming in hot with a curveball of an answer. Blowing his damn mind like only she can. Saying last night was for sure. Better story for the grandkids.

I love her face after she says this. Just gauging his reaction. No regrets whatsoever in saying this. This is the same Lucy Chen who couldn’t handle calling Chris her his GF. Legit panicked about it and fought him on it. Was one giant commitment issue with that boy. Half a date with Tim she’s thinking about grandkids with him. Lucy said she wanted to take it slow in the bedroom. She didn’t say anything about their life plans LOL *squee* She is so all in and this line screams that. Makes my shipper heart so damn happy.

Tim isn’t at all upset about her reply. This man was in a relationship with a woman who didn’t want any of that. Didn’t want any of his dreams. Now here comes Lucy Chen. Talking about grandkids on their second date. His face is pure joy. His dreams coming true with this woman next to him. He is beside himself with happiness. It’s written all over his face. Tim is giddy really. Lucy’s cute giggle afterwards I cannot. Her man making her laugh *heart clutch*

These two are gonna kill me with their cuteness. Give me diabetes from how sweet they are. Lord. Tim having cop eyes can’t help but see the idiot trying to break into a car. Says his frustration out loud. The last thing he wants is another interruption with his girl. Lucy is so lost in her date with Tim she doesn’t even see this guy. Which I love. She is so wrapped up in him her cop eyes are off. Not seeing this guy on her radar at all.

Tim doesn’t even get up from their spot. Just yells at the moron and shows his badge. Not wanting to do more than that. Lucy pointing out he’s just going to steal a car in another neighborhood. Which Tim could care less about tbh. The only thing that matters to him in this moment is her. It’s why this next line is so god damn romantic. We truly see how far Tim has come in this moment.

Why is this growth you ask? Because Tim ‘rules matters’ Bradford is picking his girl in this moment. She is more important than chasing some punk for breaking into a car. To touch back on an OTP line from S2. ‘Some things matter more.’ Lucy matters more in this moment to him. More than anything else and he’s letting her know that. Telling her in his own way she matters more to him.

I’m losing my ever loving mind at how romantic this is. I adore him declaring this and being the one to initiate their first real kiss. Lucy looks so in shock. Wondering if this is real life? Did Tim Bradford just pick her over arresting someone? Over the rules? He sure did and he would do it again. Nothing is going to stand in his way of being with her tonight.

Gah it’s the way he softly touches her hair and gently cups her face with his hand. Looking at her like she is the most precious thing in the world to him. Because she is. Let’s be honest she is. Lucy brought this man back to life in so many ways. There is nothing more important to him especially in this moment than her. Never be over her face when he touches her hair. Like she can't believe Tim is looking at her the way he is.

I adore Lucy smiling into this kiss. I’m sure she can’t believe her own luck right now. The man she loves, loves her right back and chose her in this moment. Over everything else he wanted to stay present in this moment with her. His hand on her face while the other is on her THIGH. Her thigh everyone. His love for her thighs continues on in this first real kiss. It was bouncing earlier against his. I'm sure he put it there partly to ground her during this kiss. Also because we all know he has a penchant for them hehe

I’ll never be over how tender and soft this kiss is. The complete opposite of the two they’ve shared before. Those were hot don’t get me wrong so very hot. But this one has a lovely tenderness to it that makes me giddy. The wind soft picking up her hair as they melt into one another. It’s the perfect first kiss. His hand in her hair, his other on her thigh, Lucy smiling dreamily into their kiss. I am a puddle.

It just shows it was never about the right restaurant or outfit. It was just about being together. This scene showing how at ease these two are with each other. That’s beautiful base of friendship they built over the years coming in clutch here. They just look at home with each other this entire scene. *dreamy sigh* Makes my soul happy.

If you didn't watch this scene million and one times when it premiered you're lying haha Hell I did it this time around. I remember losing my damn mind with this scene. Never be over how easily they went from friends to this. Every moment leading up to this is utter perfection. Beautiful start to something more.

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Side notes -Non Chenford

Nolan’s conversation with Celina was so painfully awkward and hilarious I loved her reply to him asking about Aaron she crushed it.

Also Tim is sexy af figuring out how to get that woman out from her car like he did. Mmm love watching that man in the field. Delicious to say the least to watch him in action.

Aaron and Celina playing D & D 😂😂😂 made me laugh so hard. Aaron is SO embarrassed.

I forgot to thank you all last episode. Apologies thank you all who continue to support these reviews. I adore you all more than you will ever know. Your likes, comments and reblog are everything to me. Especially as I tackle these seminal moments in s5. I shall see you all in 5x11 :)

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Domesticity Series: Part 5 - The First Time

Summary: William shares the special, intimate moment with his wife for the first time.

Warnings: loss of virginity, fluff, p in v, smut, William being hubby goals <3, what i wish my first time was like lmao

Fumbling through the door, the sound of laughter filled the cozy cottage you'd built together when William carried your through the door up to the bedroom, kicking the wooden structure shut behind him.

Adrenaline and desire pumped through your veins, wanting nothing more than to make sweet, passionate love with your husband. Hm, husband, the sound of that word echoing through your mind now that he was finally yours, all yours.

Falling back down onto the cushioned mattress, you couldn't help the giddy smile plastering face as he kissed you, strands of his brown hair dangling over his forehead as he fumbled with his tie, bent over between your thighs.

"You are quite the spectacular woman Mrs. Killick." A blissful, child-like smile spread across your face, wanting to hide yourself never liking the attention on yourself but William demanded you know just how extravagantly beautiful you were. His wife.

Wanting the portrait of you both nude to be a surprise, and just the fact you were self conscious you shooed him off to the bathroom, waiting until his back was to you to shed yourself off your clothes. He tried not to look at you behind him, washing his face in an attempt to divert his ragged thoughts but when he looked up, he was stunned to see your beautiful, humanly flawed yet impeccable body. His breath haulted in his throat, eyes focusing on the way the straps of your dress fell from your shoulders effortlessly, your smooth skin glowing in the dimlit room.

“William, you can turn around now.” Flustered, his hands fumbled with the handles of the sink, turning the water off like he wasn’t already staring.

His lips parted subtly when his eyes connected to your nude body standing there so perfectly in front of him. The way your breasts sat delicately but desirably, nipples already hardened from anticipation and excitement. His eyes scanned down your naval with infatuation and desire, lips perking up into a charismatic smile.

Your pussy looked inviting, enticing, and oh so beautiful to William, he wanted to dive right in. Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear you chuckled somewhat awkwardly, feeling like you were in the spotlight of attention.

“I know, I'm not much to look at but-"

“Don't say that. Y/n, you-you are absolutely stunning…” He was at a loss for words, but found himself inching nearer before politely asking if he could touch your breasts, making you giggle at his respectful yet innocent state.

When his hands cupped your breasts, the jello like, cushiony feeling felt like heaven in his grasp. Rolling the cloud like skin in his hands, his cock growing with each touch, pulsing and eager to ravish you.

"Are you sure love? Is this what you want?" With endearing eyes, your hand brushed down his delicate cheek. He truly was the man of your dreams, always so patient, so considerate of your feelings, but you were sure. Your body wanted to be connected with William's, attached in the most intimate form of love.

"My love I think if I have to wait one more second my body is going to implode with the arousal I'm feeling right now. Now will you please make love to me already..." His upper lip quirked up, unable to stop the deep shade of red forming over his cheeks as his heart pattered fiercely in his chest. God why was he so nervous? It's not like this was his first time with a woman but this was his first time with you, and he didn't want to mess that up. He knew virginity was something women cherished, and he believed people to rush into the activity rather quickly without thinking it through, he was guilty of it himself. You were different though, always such a pragmatic being, loving, caring, giving, now it was William's turn to return the favor and give you pleasure.

Nodding, his hand grazed down the smooth, youthful toned skin of your thigh, spreading your legs and aligning his tip with your untouched, dripping entrance. His crystal, baby blue eyes focused in on you, wanting to observe your facial expressions to know if he was hurting you or not.

Sliding himself in slowly, you winced at the slight discomfort, your body involuntarily recoiling back from the pain, making William stop all movement out of fear of hurting you.

"Do you want me to stop? Are you okay darling?" Nodding forth that it was okay, you inhaled taking a deep breath before releasing and relaxing yourself, you wanted him to keep going. With the utmost patience, his hands settled upon hips, eyes gleaming with adoration for you and only you.

To help ease the pain and distract you from the slight discomfort, his tongue wrapped around your nipple, lips sucking your round hardened globes tentatively. “Oh, William…”

He smiled in-between kisses, your desperate moan sounding like a poetic melody to his ears. His tongue twirled around your breasts before sliding gracefully down your naval, peppering kisses as he continued his descent. He needed you to feel cherished, to feel loved like know other man could love you.

“William faster, please..." You moaned breathlessly. Who was he to deny you of your most desirable urges. Quickening his pace, hair falling in his face while he focused on your breathing, chest rising and lowering in a alluring gaze.

In a swift but tentative motion, his member slid out of you before reentering quicker this time. The pain slowly subsiding as his cock inched deeper and deeper with each magnifying thrust, his nails digging into your sides. Without thinking your hips began to move in a eager rush, hand combing behind through his hair before settling onto his warm neck pulling him down into an alluring kiss, lips clashing and dancing while his tongue explored your mouth sensually.

He was irresistible, insatiable, the sexual tension palpable as he rutted into you relentlessly, feeling your boobs bounce against his chest subtly. His shaft imposing an insurmountable amount of pleasure. You had never felt so good down there, your inner walls clenching to his length while his hand trailed down your sides, gripping the soft skin gently. When William moaned for the first time as his cock was drowning in your pussy, you instinctively locked your ankles behind his back, pushing him in as deep as he could possibly go.

"You are unbelievable my love, so tight..." You noticed an odd feeling building in the lower part of your stomach, a euphoric build of a desirable sensation.

"Faster love, faster please..." He bottomed out in you, eyes locked on yours while he pounded into your dripping pussy, his darling was close and oh how he did want to see her crash in a fiery fit of emotions. His hips inclined to a different angle, the head of his cock rubbing against that sweet spot you hadn't known you had. The pain had subsided, the pleasure more visible than anything else. With each powerful thrust you were closer to the edge, an unexplainable wave of divine rapture scratching deep within your pussy.

"William I-I'm going to-" Within seconds the only audible in the room was the confectionate sound of you coming undone, walls squeezing him for dear life as he felt you cum onto his cock, milking you for all you had wanting to feel your cream rush down his length. You were divine, memorizing as you arched your back, fists curling into the sheets. William wasn't too far. He pumped into you rigorously, obtaining his own high, painting you aching deflowered pussy with his seed, claiming you as his.

"Fuck y/n..." He collapsed on the bed beside you, pulling you into his sweet warm embrace as his cum leaked out of you onto the once clean sheets.

Every ounce of love you felt for William magnified a significantly amount with every tender touch, every delicate, passionate kiss.

You hadn't regretted any of it. He stayed up with you ensuring you were alright, eventually getting up to draw you both a nice warm bath, the record player playing a simplistic song in the other room, as you threw bubbles at one another in a playful state.

[makingmeagirlwithluv]

BTS MEMBERS AS ANGSTY LOVE SONG LYRICS AND WHY YOU WOULD BREAK UP

Author disclaimer: This is just for fun! I'm sure all the boys are lovely in their personal relationships. I just want to feel angsty!

Warnings: Angst, swearing, PG, but my blog is 18 plus so MINORS DNI.

Kim Namjoon:

"I'm bein' a cool girl, I'm keepin' it so tight"

"I need him like water, he thinks that I'm alright

I'm not feelin' human, I think he's a good guy"

Complex by Katie Gregson-MacLeod

Not sure if yall were ever dating officially :(

He's brilliant and wonderful but he can't make time for you in his head or his heart.

Thinks you're lovely and sweet and enjoys spending time with you but would not claim you.

You try harder to get his attention than you do caring for yourself. It's just not gone work I'm so sorry

Park Jimin:

"I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you"

False God by Taylor Swift

Absolutely devastating arguments lead to the breakup.

Jimin isn't a yeller but he can be so cruel when he's heated. And he doesn't take back anything he says even if he knows it hurts your feelings.

Will not talk to you for days on end if you don't apologize first.

Ultimately the anxiety you felt every time you disagreed on something was not worth it in the end. You break up and speak when you run into each other but don't date again.

Kim Seokjin

"'Cause I know we said we'd just be friends

I can't lie and I can't pretend

Boy, I've tried and bottom line is

I still love you and I hate this"

I hate this- Tenille Arts

He broke up with you cause he liked you more as a friend and wanted to do his own thing.

You are not handling it well.

You keep making up reasons to talk to him seeking some form of closure an he's so gentle he keeps talking it through with you because he does care about you.

Sadly as much as you love him and think he's your forever he does not feel that way about you.

Jeong Jung Kook

"Cause you're so pretty

When you smile, it kills me,

You're the only person left, so hold me

Don't leave me"

Ur So Pretty- Wasia Project

Anxious attachment style on both ends oh my gosh!

You were both so nervous about fucking things up and losing each other yall wouldn't let each other breathe like.

Lots of jealousy on both ends.

Relationship kind of imploded on itself.

Maybe some therapy would have helped but then again maybe not.

You two have an on and off thing for like a year before agreeing you're better off as friends.

Min Yoongi:

"And it's true

I tend to follow in his stride

Instead of side by side

I take his cue"

A part of that- The last five years

You just kind of lost yourself in him?

It's easy to fall into the world of min yoongi but your sense of individuality slowly fell away.

You looked up one day and your world was only him and it wasn't his fault but you had to find you again.

The breakup was amicable and you're still friends to an extent. You don't date again for a few years after him as you spend that time rediscovering yourself.

Jung Hoseok

"But when you walked out that door

A piece of me died

I told you I wanted more

But that's not what I had in mind

I just want it like before

We were dancin' all night"

Blue Jeans- Lana del Rey

Hobis ambition is not something you or anyone can get in the way of.

He loves you but he loves success a little more.

Long nights at the studio missed anniversaries long stints of no communicatom became the norm. You tried desperately to act like being second place in his life didn't bother you

But it did. And one day you walked out of his life and never looked back. One week without communication became 3 became months became a year.

It sucks that it fizzled out but you learned to date only people who had time for you.

Kim Taehyung

"I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

Sorry to say that you pushed this sweet guy away,friend.

So good to me, so right...But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't"

Back to December- Taylor swift

You had a lot of shit going on and you liked Tay but he always felt in the way even when he was just trying to love you.

You dumped him pretty abruptly, and he was pretty hurt and even asked you to reconsider a few times, but he eventually moved on.

After healing the parts of yourself that was not ready for a man like him you decide you'd love to try again.

He's already moved on though. Sometimes timing and life is funny like that.

You learn to be happy for him after being miserable for a while and eventually you love again.

And that's it! Let me know if you liked these and if you want more boys as song lyrics or head canons. Make sure to follow me for bts fan fic/ head cannons

[akioukun]

hi aki!! i felt very much inspired by your seasons au for harringrove earlier today so i wrote this little piece and i'd love for you to have it! i hope you like it!! thank you for always creating the most beautiful artwork, you continue to take my breath away!!

The new summer arrives with a burning promise for Steve.

Golden skin laced with molten sunlight, eyes as blue as the ocean, a voice reminiscent of waves crashing on a shore. This summer isn’t to be like the last, Steve knows.

They come together for the first time and produce the dew of an early morning, with damp grass and misty rain. Steve brings gentle song birds and Billy’s slow to wake, lulled to an easy slumber by their songs, not eager to rouse the heat of the day.

They work well enough but there’s something else hidden under the surface, hidden from sight, kept away.

It comes as no surprise that Billy’s hotter than a wildfire; just as unpredictable and uncontrollable. A temper that is unmatched, burning so brightly it’s no wonder Icarus fell from the sky if it were Billy’s heat that melted those wings.

Steve feels like that around Billy — like he’s in a free fall. Nothing to steady him, nothing to catch. No earth to dig his fingers into, no use in begging for help.

But, he likes it that way. Prefers it. Because Billy burns brighter than the sun but he warms Steve, makes him grow, makes flowers bloom in his chest where they shouldn’t. And he tends to them in secret, pretends that it isn’t Billy’s kisses that waters them and it’s not his smile that makes Steve’s world greener.

Because it’s forbidden. It’s not wise. They know better, they do. They shouldn’t get attached because seasons are fickle. They will leave whenever they want without warning.

But, a new summer loves the earth. And Steve’s willing to try.

HEY HI HELLO BAMBI HIHI

Um. Oh my god? I have no words? Actually I do FIRSTLY you are an absolute sweetheart and I am melting into a puddle at your kind words, I have so much love for the people that enjoy what I do because that by extension means my love for what I do is hopefully coming through. A big feedback loop of love is what it is and it means sososososooooo much to me that you put time and your energy into WRITING THIS INCREDIBLE MASTERPIECE???

I am. So in love with the way you use words and language, like I am actually going to implode that you wrote this. This is so poetic, so EXACT in its tone about how these two collide and and and that bit about flowers blooming in Steves chest where there is usually sleep and the slow slip into decay is SO BEAUTIFUL AND WHEN I READ IT I NEARLY THREW MY PHONE D O W N THE STAIRS. I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO KEEP AND USE IT IN THIS AU. I had tiny bits of like, more moss growing on Steve from Billys proximity in one of my attempts to write, but this…this is something else entirely more impactful and I am just, basically howling at the fact you would write this

My heart is so full, I adore you and your writing so much, thank you thank you THANK YOU for creating such a gorgeous piece I’m treasuring it forever 🖤🖤🖤

[dalamjisung]

It’s only when you’re halfway there, passing by the semi-empty library while carfully higging the bag of snack as close as you can without crushing them, that you realize how scary it is walking the campus alone at night. Usually, you’d have your loyal guardian next to you, Jeongin’s presence making it seem like the place is much livelier than it actually is– and if not him, he’d send one of the other boys to walk you. You always insist that it’s fine and you can walk by yourself, but they are glad to help you around, making sure you’re safe home before going wherever they need to go. Arguably, you should feel safer walking around with Sweets, the professional fighter known as the school’s pride; or even Firecracker, scaring everyone with her deadpan expression. But there is something about how Jeongin’s hand find yours, keeping you close and warm, while his laughter booms through the empty space as if opening the way for you to walk, that just makes you feel safe.

Sighing, you take another paranoid look around and walk faster, feeling an odd sense of relief once you see the crowd of drunk people swarming the front of the frathouse. Innie’s here, you think, pulling your phone to text Dino, and, for a second there, you’re glad you changed out of your sweats. “Y/N!” Miraculously hearing your name over the music, you turn to your right to see Jisung and his bright smile, waving at you like a dad in an airport.

“Jisung!” You call back, smiling as bright. You loved all of Jeongin’s hyungs, you really did, but Han Jisung holds a special place in your heart. He is a part of the youngest ones, and you think that maybe it’s how aloof and worry free he seems to be that puts you at ease instantly. Being around him is comfortable and you appreciate him even more because of that. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

“I should be the one asking that, young lady!” He jokes, hugging you close before looking around. “You came with Jeongin? Did he finally stopped gatekeeping you? We always told him to bring you along, but he’d just say no again and again.”

A feeling of uneasiness wrecks through you like goosebumps, and you wonder just why people feel the need to remind you that your best friend wanted to keep you hidden and away. “Oh, no, I uh… came here alone.”

It like the words cause Jisung to malfunction, and he stares at you blankly, blinking as if you had said something so unrealistic that he needed a minute to gather his thoughts. “You… came to a party, at the frathouse, by yourself?” Rolling your eyes, you nod. “Don’t you hate parties?” He asks, squiting in confusion, and though you know he has all the best intentions in mind, you can’t shake the accusatory feeling that bubbles withing.

“Oh my god, why does everyone keep saying this?” You groan, and it might have come out louder than normal, because next thing you know, Jisung is taking a step back with wide eyes. “Sure, I am more of a homebody and I definitely enjoy staying in, but I’m not going to die if I come to a party, you know?” Now that the you’re talking about it, there’s no way to stop. You even try biting your tongue, holding back for a second or two, but the frustration is too strong to keep it contained. “Who the fuck knows, I might just love this! I haven’t been to a fucking party in a fucking long time because apparently everyone thinks I’m going to implode if they invite me, so I just… Jeongin made a fucking massive deal out of nothing, this is ridiculous. Fucking excuses to keep me away, that’s what the fuck they are, fuck that.”

In all fairness, Jisung had never seen you like that. Usually you were much more… demure. You laughed with them and talked, of course, but you were softer and gentler. You never cursed. Like, ever, and it came from the fact that everytime Jeongin’s cursed, Bang Chan would give him a look that has you shaking in your boots. So it makes sense that now the poor man looks at you as if you had grown a second head, your loud voice cutting through the noise like a sharp knife. “And I’m fucking tired of this, okay? So if he think he can cancel on me last minute to come do fucking better things with better people and then practically rub in my face that I don’t have any other plans, as if I have no fucking life beyond the great Yang Jeongin, then he can fuck off! This is ridiculous!”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jisung asks softly, after a beat or two to make sure he wouldn’t interrupt you. His soft hands pull you closer for a hug, patting your head with a worried sigh. “That stupid, stupid kid. I understand your frustration, I really do, but don’t you think that maybe this would be worth talking to him about?” The mere idea of confronting Jeongin or telling him just how upset you really are makes you anxiously shake your head as you tried your best to keep the tears from falling. The outburst in itself had been embarrassing enough, the last think Jisung needs is you crying in the middle of the party, ruining his night of fun. “I really think you two need to talk…”

“He said something to you, didn’t he?” There is pain in your voice, and you can’t help but feeling like you’re slowly losing your best friend, feeling that hand that was always laced with yours slowly let go as he pushes you away. “It’s just a bump. It’s okay, we’ll be fine, I’ll just let it pass.”

“That can’t be healthy,” Jisung mumbled, pulling away to look at you with worry in his eyes. “Do you want me to walk you back home? Or are you okay to stay? We can go find something to drink, if you want, but it has to be non-alcoholic, or else Chan hyung would murder me for giving his favorite kid alcohol.”

Chuckling weakly, you open your mouth to answer, but then you see him. Jeongin looks good, way too good for you to not feel even pettier. His dark hair falls over his eyes, the same ones that looked at you full of fondness and adoration, and there’s an edge to him that you’ve never seen before. Or maybe one that you have seen, but never fully cared for– it’s in the way his jaw looks sharper, or the way his smirk is not so innocent nor caring. It’s in how he lean over Yuna, a girl you only know from pretty photos on social media and not so pretty rumours on campus, and how his lips brush over hers, making you whimper with an oddly familiar kind of… shattering inside of you. And that’s when you remember something you’ve been begging Jeongin to forget, something that takes you back to the youthful days of high school, to when you saw your high school crush kiss another girl. It was stupid, now that you think about it, just how upset you had gotten over that. It was like you never even knew you liked him that much until you saw it happening.

Innie found you crying in the bathroom, in that spring schoolday, and then proceeded to beat the shit out of the guy– someone so insignificant to you at this day and age that you barely remember his name. He had gotten suspended for that, of course, and his parents grounded him for a month, but everytime you two talked about it he simply shruged and said worth it. For you, however, it had not been worth it. Nothing about it had been worth it, not liking the boy, not seeing Jeongin all bloody and bruised, not getting your best friend in trouble, not the fucking heartbreak that felt like everything in you was shattering into tiny little shards. Absolutely nothing.

“Y/N!” The shouting of your name awakens you from the trance you seemed to have fallen into, and before you can hide, Jeongin’s moving, turning to look at you with wide eyes and… guilt? Quickly turning around, you see Dino, and as soon as he processes your expresion, his smile slips. “Jisung, I’m gonna go,” You mumbled, ignoring the knowing look your friend is giving you, ignoring his disapproving frown. “Enjoy the rest of your night!”

“Y/N, wait–”

You interrupt him immediately. “I need to go,” You whisper, eyes begging for him to let you go before Jeongin got to you. “This… I can’t do this. Innie was right, I fucking hate parties.”

And just like that, you turned your back to your best friend, walkting to Dino with a fake smile plastered on your lips and tears falling down your cheeks.

This was bad.

Being in love with your best friend was bad.

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matching set // six : Mandatory Movie Marathon™️

pairing: popular!jeongin x introvert!reader

genre: college!au, fluff

description: You two grew up together. As in, together-together. It’s an old tale, one where your mothers are best friends and so, much like best friends do, they went through every mile stone together– dating, marriage, and babies. Safe to say, you two learned from the best, so no one was really surprised when college came around and you two ended up in the same place. The only problem was, you’re not sure if you can stay the same when everything else has changed.

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The drama has begun!!! Y/N and Innie are not ready for this >.< What do you guys think so far? Let me know, I love chatting with you bbs <3 as always, thank you so much for your support, it means so much to me to know that we have this beautiful community here!

[angelynmoon]

Eddie starts writing Buck letters after Frank suggests it in Therapy, it makes some things easier, but harder too.

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Dear Evan, (Eddie isn't sure why he chooses to write Evan rather than Buck, not yet, but it fits better, reminds him that this is important, that it needs to catch Buck's attention.)

I know you'll never read this, because I'm never going to send it. I need to apologise, maybe someday I'll do it out loud, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry I said you were exhausting, you're not, youxre fun and I know you'll be there, you're a safe place, not just for Chris, but for me too.

It made it easy to say that, because I knew you wouldn't stay mad, and I'm so sorry, you're not the one that's exhausting, I am, I know I amn I don't know how you and Chris put up with me but I'm so very thankful you do.

I don't know what I'd do without you, Buck, so thank you for having my back.

(Eddie doesn't sign the letters, not a single one of them, Buck knows his handwriting well enough, and since Eddie will never send the letters it doesn't matter. The letters go in a shoebox, like the one he keeps Shannon's letters in, like the one he keeps the pictures of Chris and the 118s celebrations in but this one is just for Buck, it's where Eddie tucked his happy little heart drawing to keep it safe.

Eddie doesn't think anything of it as the box fills up with more and more letters, each one baring his heart and soul more openly with each one. It helps, itxs everything he knows he can never say, can never change and it gets easier with each sealed envelope to keep from ruining what he and Buck have.

Admitting he loved her had ruined his friendship with Shannon, his father always told him thag men don't say that to each other the one time he said it to him and so Eddie hasn't said those words to either of his parents in years, but he tells Chrisn he can't help it because he needs Chris to know, needs him to know that Eddie will always love him, even when his kid doesn't love him.

Eddie doesn't blame Chris for that, Eddie doesn't much like himself most days either.

On those days Eddie writes to Buck.)

Dear Evan,

I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me about Tommy, that you knew I'd support you. It really doesn't change anything for us, but, dear God, I wish it did, I wish I could tell you, wish it was that simple to say, that I felt safe enough to tell you.

That's not your fault, though, don't even think it is, it's me, me and my stupid brain telling me that I can't ruin the best thing I ever had by telling him I love him and have for a while.

(And oh, that felt good, felt like a weight lifting off his shoulders. Eddie stared down at the words he'd written and smiled, just a little.)

I love you, Evan Buckley. (It still felt good, felt right, felt like the world wouldn't implode because he'd chance the words.)

I love you, Evan, I think I have since I realized you went under a firetruck to drag me to safety.

You asked me what I remembered about getting shot and I... I lied to you, Buckn I lied because I remember everything about that moment.

I remember seeing the blood splatter on your face and thinking that they could take my life as long as they spared yours, not just for Chris' sake but for mine too. I couldn't bare to watch you die, that three minutes and seventeen seconds felt like the longest moments of my life, it felt like I couldn't breathe, like a panic atteck but ten times worse and I knew that was what the rest of my life would feel like if you never woke up.

Is that love? If it is I don't understand why so many people want it. How can they go searching for something and give someone else the power to destroy them so thoroughly.

I didn't feel like that with Shannon, I loved her, yes, but I don't think it was the right kind of love, not the one she wanted, that she needed in order to stay, not the way I love you.

It's why I won't ever tell you, you wouldn't want to hurt me, not like that but saying something would change everything, it did with Shannon and I couldn't bare the thought of us changing.

You're happy, you're in love, Tommy's... he makes you happy, that's enough, that's what matters.

It's okay, Buck, I love you and it's okay you don't love me too.

(Eddie seals the letter, pens the date and slots it in it's place in the box, it's getting full, he might need to get a bigger box, but that's a problem for future Eddie, present Eddie has to get ready for work and prepare himself for Buck to gush about whatever date Tommy took him on over the weekend.

It should feel wrong, Eddie should feel jealous about Buck and Tommy because he was in love with Buck himself, but he didn't feel it, hadn't really felt much of anything since his parents took Chris back to Texas.

Chris hadn't called, Eddie understood, at least Chris was calling Buck, that was good, at least Eddie knew his son was okay, Buck had given his parents a list of stuff to follow for Chris, and they were adhearing to it according to the updates Abuela was giving him.

His parents hadn't called to check in with him either, Eddie tried not to let that sting too.

Eddie sighed, he was so tired, the house was so quiet that he couldn't sleep, he kept waking up and running to Chris' room, several times he'd had to stop himself halfway through dialing 9-1-1 to report his son missing.

He didn't know how to fix this, didn't know if it could be fixed and that hurt, it hurt almost as mucb as the fact that Chris had called his grandparents instead of talking to Eddie, instead of trusting him.

But Eddie had to try, he had to find a way to fix it.

But he was so tired of always being the one to fix things, why couldn't someone else fix it?

Why did it have to be him, because it seemed that no matter how much he tried he only seemed to make things worse.

Eddie shook his head and got up, he had to get to work, he couldn't be late, not when Buck would be so excited to tell him about his date, it was good that Buck was so happy, maybe it could rub off a little on Eddie, at least until he got home to his empty house.)

Dear Evan,

If you're reading this, then I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I won't be able to watch your back anymore.

I know you'll take care of Chris, I never once doubted that over the years, you love him like he's yours and he has been, for longer than either of us realized.

I..., I miss him, I miss you, I know neither of you are gone, but it feels like it, you both feel so very far away from men and you only seem to get further the more I hold on.

I'm sorry for being so needy, well it feels like I'm being needy.

I love you, Evan, and this isn't a goodbye, it's a see you later, much, much later.

It's a just in case letter, I write a new one every now and again, because tomorrow is never promised, not for you, not for me.

There's one for Chris too, and a couple for each milestone I might miss, I know you'll give them to him, they're in his memory box.

I hope, I hope you find happiness, that you find someone you can trust your whole heart to.

I'm sorry I was never brave enough to trust you with mine.

You love so easily, Evan, and you are so easy to love.

Falling in love with you, even when it hurt so much to realize it, was the best thing I have ever done after raising Chris.

It was so easy.

Thank you for letting me love you, even if I was never brave enough to tell you.

I'm sorry, I love you.

Thank you, Evan Buckley, for being so easy to love.

Goodbye.

-

A/n: did I kill Eddie? I don't know, Is Buck reading these letters after Eddie dies? Don't know that either. Am I going to add on to this? We'll see.

I'm sorry for the sad hours but this demanded to be written.

I need feedback, I started chapter 2 from Buck's pov but I'm trying to figure out whether this progresses to Tommy/Bucky/Eddie or if Tommy always knew there was an expiration date on his relationship with Buck, either way I'm going to try not to have character bashing... except Gerrard.

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Okay babe i got a request/idea for a new ficccc

it’s like a hurt/comfort/smut idea 🤗

what if the reader is an avenger and they lost someone they were very close to (as if said character passed away) so she didn’t want to go to anybody but stephen to talk abt it because they’ve always been ‘best’ friends and she feels a connection with him that she doesn’t have with anyone else because they’re actually meant for eachother and it ends in someone or both of them confessing their feelings n smut 😏😏

‘Boundless’

Dr Strange x fem!readee

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. i love writing angsty smutty fics AAAAAH i love <3 18+ (as always cuz im a whore and only write smut)

The day was impossibly grey, a bleak horizon followed you wherever you went- it followed just about everyone. The gaping loss of Tony and Natasha was eating away at everyones blackened hearts.

For you and Stephen, however, it was different. Stephen felt he was solely responsible for Tony's sacrifice and your heart was tearing apart and angered by the way Natasha had to be so goddamn stubborn and good. Two ultimate sacrifices that would change the course of fate.

It was easy trying to disappear in the humdrum of things, everything was intensely chaotic and isolating yourself felt like the only sane option-if not you were sure you would implode or burst into tears. However, it was increasingly difficult when Stephen was right there- waiting for you to come to him, waiting for you to cry on his sleeve until your body was heaving with nothing left to offer. When you went quiet, you turned posionous and verbally tounge lash anyone who came your way and Stephen wanted to avoid that at all costs. That's why it surprised him when you finally let him come to you, teary eyed and breathless-peripheral bleared by the soaked salt.

It was about a few weeks after the loss and Stephen thought that it was best for you to approach him in your own time, he wanted to be there when you inevitably crack. You had called him, sniffling and voice quivering.

‘’Y/N? You okay?’’Stephen answered adamently, afraid that he would cross a line so fresh.

‘’Can you come.. here?’’ You heaved. ‘’Can you be with me?’’ You finally whispered out. Stephen was already conjuring a portal to your apartment, he didn't need to be told twice.

Stephen stumbled his way through and he found you, wild and disoriented- pacing around your living room as you picked at your nails and let out small intakes of breath. It seemed that you were about to go to sleep, but your thoughts were keeping you awake- all the words left unsaid.

When you saw him, it felt like your whole world came tumbling down. You were stuck and you couldn't move; all you wanted to do was run up to him and hug him but all you could do was freeze. As your eyes met his, a hot tear fell and rolled down your cheek. You buried your face in your hands and weeped into them, catching stray tears in the process.

‘’Oh, come here.’’ Stephen sighed in sympathy and endearment, he made his way over to you and embraced you in his arms.

You fell into him, face meeting his broad shoulder as you began crying into him. Stephen could smell the scent of your shampoo, he wrapped his large arms around you and you found catharsis in such human connection.

‘’I just- I'm sorry. I feel like I can't be alone right now.’’ You admitted through soft sobs as Stephen stroked your hair. He carefully extracted your face away from his shoulder and cradled your face so you could look up at him through teary eyes.

‘’You wanna tell me what you're feeling?’’ Stephen asked, coaxing you out. To his surprise you nodded and sat down on your couch and he sat next to you.

You were silent for a while, breathing in and out as your elbows dug into your knees as you held your face- attempting to form the words to vocalise how you were feeling. The gaping hole within you becoming wider and wider, only exasterbated by your voluntary isolation.

The hole only Stephen could heal; he watched you through discerning eyes. Stephen stared at your face, urging you to continue.

‘’I just feel...resentment. It's like poison, Stephen.’’ You whispered.

Stephen just listened in response.

‘’We could've done more. I could've done more and now I'm supposed to accept the fact that we're never going to see them again?’’ You felt like you were about to burst into hysterics, your mind pacing and your arms flailing slightly as you carded your fingers in your hair.

All Stephen could do was stay silent.

‘’I'm useless, Stephen. All the times I never listened to Tony or all the times I undermined and underestimated Natasha, I swear all of this is just recompence for my stubborness and it'll rain down hell before I’ll stop feeling this soul eating guilt.’’ You spluttered absentmindedly, you were rambling now and Stephen's eyes wilted with every word you breathed- the fact you felt this much in such little time was slowly breaking his heart.

‘It just won't stop.’

The words were left in the air for a while. Stephen clasped both of your hands in his and raised them to his lips. Your breath halted for a moment as the tears ceased, stinging your already read eyes.

‘’You're wrong.’’ He stated simply as his eyes flitted to yours. ‘’Look at me, you're not useless. You are not any of those things, what I'm looking at right now is someone who is going through the hell that is grief. The love you have for them only tells me your empathy knows no bounds.’’

You had honestly clocked out and phased his words out before he grabbed you by the face and looked you dead in the eye.

‘’You're not indestructable, you are impossibly human with a heart bigger than your mouth.’’ You huffed out a shy chuckle at his brashness.

‘’You are not your mistakes, your guilt is merely a collection of the love you still harbour for them.’’

Your lip quivered at how soft he was being with you, he was treating you so delicately.

‘’You're light. You're my light, I-‘’ Stephen cut himself off as his mind and tongue were running rampant simultaneously. The manifestations of his desires were in abundance and ripe for the taking.

You gawked into the vast blue of his eyes, the event horizon dragging you in oncre more and you felt like you were drowning in him. Your fingers travelled to his hair as you pleaded with him to continue- to tell you what you needed to hear.

‘’Listen to me- you matter. None of this falls on your shoulders. You matter...so much.’’He finally spat out as he reaffirmed his blossiming feelings for you, but he pondered if he should say it more blatantly in a way that wouldn't go over your head.

‘’You matter so much to me.’’Stephen mumbled as he stared at your lips a lot longer than he should've. You began shuffling under his hold and nodding your head vehemently as streaks of salt fell from your eyes.

‘’Is that true, or another lie to just make me feel better?’’ You muttered, holding onto his hair tighter than before.

‘’Never been more honest. Believe me.’’

You just had to run your mouth.

‘’That means nothing if you can't prove it, Stephen.’’ Your voice sounded defeated, you moved your head to the side to pull away from him but to your surprise he held your face back to look into his bare eyes once more.

Stephen was contemplating two decisions he knew he would ultimately regret. Kiss you to show you he was telling the truth or let you go and play it safe. You knew in your heart that this was an impossible ask fora Stephen, to finally let out into the open feelings that best be left uncrossed. Being so close to him had its downsides, you finally got to understand that he wasn't very good at confronting his feelings let alone get it out in the open.

But for you Stephen was willing to risk everything.

Stephen pressed his lips to yours delicately. Coaxing out the waters of your troubled mind and help you ease back to the shore. Once he had it in himself to peel away from you, your eyes brought him back from his trance like state. They were wild and aglow. You finally found it in yourself to speak.

‘’Is there something you want to tell me?’’ You breathed.

‘’Is there something you want to tell me?’’ He repeated way too happily, urging you to go first even though you didn't want to.

‘’Admit to you how much I want you or admit to how long I've waited for you to do that?’’ Stephen brushed his thumb on your bottom lip as you told him your innermost thoughts.

‘’I just can't stop thinking about you. I haven’t been here for you and it’s eating me up inside." He confessed in shame and it would be true in saying that it was one of the most difficult things he's ever had to do but it was for you. You needed to hear that from him.

‘’Can you stay with me?’’ You whispered. ‘’Stay with me. Please.’’ You spluttered and how could Stephen refuse.

You kissed him this time. A spiritual kind of healing you've been yearning for. It was all so needed, and when you found yourself on his lap it only amplified the fact. He grasped onto your waist tightly, his hands wandering up and down the smooth span of your back with every kiss your holy presence giften him. You are the light outrunning the darkness.

‘’Can I feel you?’’Stephen pleaded as his lips fell to your neck. ‘’Can I undress you?’’ Your skin was abuzz in anticipation and you nodded your head intensely.

‘’Use your words baby.’’ Stephen ordered softly as he lifted a finger to loosen the strap of your vest. Although what he really wanted was to rip your clothes off and fuck you beyond comprehension but tonight he wanted to go soft: reaffirming and gentle. It's what you needed: intimate and almost painstakingly slow.

‘’Yes. Please.’’Your voice was thinly veiled with quiet yet unmissable desperation- and he was more than willing to oblige.

‘’Are you sure?’’

‘’Just- go slow. For me.’’ You requested with a sigh.

His hands played with the hem of your shirt, teasing you slightly with the unforgettable touch of his deft fingers. Stephen aided you in getting your tank off and he revelled in the true feeling of your skin on his. He was like a moth to a flame the way your tits fell free. It was all for him to play with and you had all the time in the world. He kissed your collarbone and the skin surrounding it, your hands ruffled his hair and he knew you were barely clinging onto the sensation and he wanted to give you more. His kisses turned into bites and your collarbone turned into your nipples. You gasped and his mouth travelled to your lips to swallow your moan, your hands clamped against his face and pushed him back to just stare at his face and revel in the fact that this is actually happening.

You grasped his hand and remarked at it flirtatiously as if you were planning your next move. The smirk on your face said far too much.

‘’Now what do these fingers do?’’ You chuckled lowly, the pearly white of your teeth peaking through as you did so.

Stephen didn't respond, his only reaction was a venomous smile. One full of mischief.

His fingers found hospice on your heart and slowly and tortorously traced down between your ribs in a straight line. The way he was dragging this out was impossibly electric but anything less than gratifying.

Stephen's fingers dragged over your stomach and down to the spot that made you see fireworks. His gaze was venomous as his hands were in your shorts- feeling you up. Stephen's fingers were long and thick and he was impressed with how wet he had gotten you already. When he looked up at you, he saw you filled with bliss and yearning- a potent and heady combination. Stephen started moving his fingers in an out of you at a pace you deemed..interesting.

‘’Is this slow enough for you?’’ You didn't know if Stephen was mocking you or not. You grabbed his face and kissed the smirk off of his lips and if anything his lips curled into an even bigger smile.

He took this as incentive to lay you down on the couch, you didn't think vou could make it to the bedroom at the rate he was going.

Hovering over you, he looked deep into your eyes- searching for answers. Answers to what he wasn't sure but the way your pupils dialated and were black with hunger made him lose his mind- and with that you clawed his shirt off.

‘’I want you.' you stated. Although you were quite literally under him, the statement still took him by surprise due to how certain you sounded. More certain than anything, ever. He kissed you vehemently and began peeling your shorts and underwear off painfully slow.

‘’So beautiful.’’ Stephen remarked, the comment making you blush slightly.

He bent his head down and kissed at your lower stomach and you opened your legs allowing him to nestle between. He kissed at you everywhere, your favourite being your inner thigh- so close to where you wanted him, home. You couldn't handle it any longer.

‘’Come here.’’ You begged and brought his face up to your mouth where he could swallow your whines.

It all just felt like a well needed catharsis, as Stephen tugged his pants off your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades- the sting was inticing.

As he lowered himself into you, the stifled gasp and the knitted eyebrows did it in for him. The intense eye contact is what is dragging him in and he needed more. Stephen fawned over you and held himself up as he began to rut inside you- deeply. So fucking deep.

‘’Slow?’’

'Mhm…’’ You stifled.

‘’Intimate?'’

You moaned in response.

It was all deep strokes and intense eye contact, a magical soul binding thing. Missionary always seemed boring to you but this- this was soul astounding. Extraordinary. So renewing and sexy. Stephen cradled your face to continue staring into your beguiling eyes.

You needed healing and Stephen was the antidote.

You were lost in the pleasure- time was warped. It seemed like Stephen could go on forever, the Adonis of a man could last for days teasing you, edging you beyond comprehension; the fact that you were yearning for this for so long hindered your cognitive ability and your body was about to explode. Stephen was enjoying dragging it all out, you did ask him to go slow and he was extremely pleased he got you in such a state.

‘’So messy.’’ He reprimanded with a knowing crooked smile.

Your mouth slotted against his as a means to shut him up and with that you found your self to come undone, as he bit at your lower lip you lost control. Your gasp set Stephen's body alight, he swallowed it hungrily as his mouth devoured yours. He watched down and saw your mouth was agape and your face was tight, you were inhumanly stunning. Hair wild and untamed and eyes impossibly picturesque, you were made for him.

After the gruelling weeks, you needed this type of closure and healing. You gushed onto him and the sensation made him lose his mind too- he emptied himself out and he wished he could relive every second. The delightsome sighs that escaped both of your mouths was all your ears could register as clammy sweat coated foreheads met.

‘’That was…..intense and-‘’

‘’Helpful?’’ Stephen cut you off.

‘’Yeah.’’ You sighed bashfully like a smitten teenager.

‘’It's not your fault, it'll never be your fault, okay? I'll protect you, no matter the cost of it.’’ He reaffirmed and you swore you were going red the way your cheeks were blushing.

‘’No. Listen. I'll protect the both of us.’’ You counter offered.

‘’Don't make any promises you won't be able to keep.’’

‘’I'm not. I just can't lose you, I can't lose anyone else. Okay?’’ You gave him a soft chaste kiss to soothe his fraying nerves and static mind.

‘’Okay.’’ Stephen gave in finally.

‘’Can you stay for the night?’’

He didn't need to be asked.

‘’Of course. Tea?’’

You laughed. It's been a while since you laughed and Stephen pulled you from the teetering edge once again. You weren't sure if it was fate or destiny to be brought together like this- he was your best friend and now the possibilites with him are boundless.

Boundless like his love for you.

——-

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What would happen if when Tord came back during The End and learned that Tom got married?(Both AUs)

Conference Table ask compilation, little more fluff after the Regimen ones, sob sob. > Regimen: Kill the spouse probably. Stay AU: Well...he'd be heartbroken, but Tom's the love of his life and he well and truly does love him, and sometimes loving someone just means letting them go, since loving someone means you want them to be happy, if Tom is happy with his spouse then Tord has no right to intrude on that. I don't think he can be friends with Tom again, not yet at least, so he'll leave until comes the time his heart is healed enough, maybe one day he can be friends with him again, be able to smile at him again without it hurting. For now, he just needs time.

HAHFSH YEAH I KEEP SAYING RTORD IS A WEEB BASTARD, CURB STOMP HIM IF YOU WISH ANON. And to answer your ask, they'll stay in each others' body for maybe a week or so, as is the trend with the swaps so far, and they would realize that they aren't in their universe at some point though STom is more likely of the two to come to that conclusion first as, Stay AU's world is a bit more fantastical than Regimen is (by eddsworld standards at least lol). RTom would probably think he's having a dying delusion. AK will notice that something is off about his papa, but he's just a kid so he'll just think Tom is sick in some way. I doubt Tord will tell his son anything after he confirms the swap with Bing and Larry, as he wouldn't want AK to worry so much. He'd probably ask RTom to pretend to be his husband for the sake of his son, much to the reluctance and awkward acquiescence of RTom. "I...don't have to kiss you right??" "No! No! No you don't h-have to! But, uh, you see....my husband and I are very amorous-" "Dude TMI." "Agh! Not in that way! For Guds skyld! I just mean that we're very openly affectionate! So- uh- I may have to kiss you on the cheek sometimes at least??" "Eh...fine...." "And...hold your hand....?? A lot??" RTom about to combust from embarrassment: "Only when the kid is looking. No funny business." "Of course!"

Cue RTom just internally imploding and being red in the face a lot when STord tries to be casually affectionate when AK is around.

And DW Anon! You elaborated just fine ^^

^^^^ See above but: Shocked of course, and a bit disgusted, but those feelings fade as he starts noticing the differences between this Tord and his Tord. Of course, he can't be openly hostile with him when AK is around since his body (not really his body) instinctually compels him to be protective of AK, and that includes protecting his emotional state. Eventually, he starts noticing he's also very compelled to be near STord once he's calmer, and the more animalistic part of this body says that he's his mate which OH GOD SHIT he really hopes this isn't going to be a thing, but it gets MUCH worse when he has to pretend to be this alternate version of himself in front of the kid. And DAMN THIS BODY for it! Because he gets all fluttery and flustered when Larsin smiles at him or gives him shy little pecks on the cheek. THIS SUCKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[what-even-is-sleep]

REACTIONS to the latest PJO TV episode (5. A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers)!!

First half is positive/hype reactions, second half is negative/critiques.

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨spoilers!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

POSITIVE/HYPE:

I liked that they showed the irl reactions of media/first responders to the arch.

Love love loved the aunties/Fates. Perfect characterization

THE PERCABETH HUG. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

hype continued under readmore

OHMYGODOHMYGOD OHMYGODDDDSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Percy jumping over the railing felt like hardcore parallels to how I imagined the dock scenes in HOO

THE FKCN PERCABETH HUG. IT WENT ON SO LONG. LOVED IT

Loved the physical comedy of the trio being behind that concrete highway block lmao.

ARES WITH THE DRAMATIC-ASS LEATHER CAPE I FKCN LOVE IT

The physical comedy with the trio popping up behind the concrete highway divider!!!!

Ares starting flame wars/fights on twitter lmfaoooo. Such a good addition to his character

Gabe was so pathetic. I don’t love the comedic turn of his characterization, but the pathetic wormy-ness was good to see

YES GROVER MY BOY!! PLAYING ARES LIKE A MF FIDDLE

The amusement park was interesting! Not how I imagined it, but v cool effects.

THE TRAP WAS SO COOL!!

LOVED ANNABETH GEEKING OUT ABT THE TRAP

Ok falling more in love with the amusement park designs

Percy’s reaction to Ares/Aphrodite affair lmfao yes boy drag those fools

The way the “What is Love” section ended was great lol. Very Harry Potter rollercoastery vibes

JUST. ALL THE PERCABETH MOMENTS. PERCY KNEELING BEFORE THE CHAIR. AHHHHHHHH!!!!

The fact that Ares just blatantly says that he hates kids and his own kids OUGH! Makes Clarisse’s storyline hit so much harder.

YES GROVER GET HIM. MANIPULATE THAT $&*%£+

SEAWEEDBRAIN

SEAWEED BRAJN

GRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! IM GOING INSANE 🫨🤯🤩🥳🥹

Their whole convo fr 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OIYAGHHHHHHHHHHHH ANNABETH KNOWING THAT PERCY NEEDS HIS MOM AND LOVES HER SM AND- AND- AND- 😭😭❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AND HIM BEING LIKE ALSO UHH CAN U GET ME OUT OF THIS SOME DAY TOO LMAO

I can’t even analyze all the stuff in this convo, in this scene, in that exchange yet bc I’m IMPLODING!!!!!! 🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

LEAH AND WALKER’s ACTING WAS SO GOOD DURING THIS SCENE OMFG

AND THE SPECIAL EFFECTS GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Stunning, magnificent, no notes

“Percy stand up I mean it!” “I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m-”

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

AOUGH. I cannot keep reacting in all caps this is unsustainable. But like. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Annabeth immediately going to reverse the chair mechanisms <333333333

The way the ladder goes up is so cool fr :0

HEPHAESTUS!!! One of my fav gods ngl <3. Bro is more dramatic than I thought with the whole “baby don’t hurt me, no more” 💀 😅

ANNABETH DEFENDING PERCY WITH HER WHOLE HEART. AND HER GROWTH AHHHHHHHHHH

Maybe it’s just bc I’m a music nerd but OUGH I just adore how music is mechanical and a key for Hephaestus n everything. Idk just, very cool.

OUGH the way Percy comes out of the chair. So dramatic <3

Annabeth holding the shield and the way she drops it in front of Ares is badass asf and I fucking love it.

OUP THE BACKPACK!!!

YES GROVER U DROPPED UR CROWN KING 👑

Lin Manuel Miranda jumpscare at the end there again lmao. Looking forward to the next episode 👀

The negatives/media-critical:

🚨🚨🚨🚨warning: I’m v critical. 🚨🚨🚨🚨

“Short version, we need to go to Santa Monica.” Okok im pretty sure that’s almost exactly what he says in the books, but it felt poorly set up in the show. Part of the pacing issues perhaps, but grahh it pulled me out of the story.

Where’s Percy’s backpack? Doesn’t he have one before Ares gives him one? Honest question bc I don’t remember for sure lol. Not assuming it’d stay with him thru the arch-falling shenanigans but like,,, what abt everyone else’s stuff? They aren’t walking around with NO water n stuff, right?????

Where is Annabeth’s necklace half the time? They keep forgetting it T-T. Sometimes it seems plausible that it’s under her shirt, but most of the time it’s very clearly not. + when they showed her dads ring on it last ep, that thing was Chunky-the outline of the ring would be showing under any shirt collar!!

The conversation behind the concrete highway thing felt kinda stilted. 1) when annabeth mentioned only one of the Fate’s names and 2) partially bc there was no background music the whole time…. Whenever the background instrumentals come in the quality of the show jumps so much!!!

Some of the Ares expressions/first convo/delivery felt hellla cheesy at points. In general when the gods characters say stuff like “young one” at the end of their sentences it feels kinda like a throwaway. Like the actors are embarrassed abt the line or smth… idk. Just doesn’t feel in-character enough the way those lines are delivered.

Ares says he’ll help them, then says they’re going to fail, then says he’d kill them so he can eat in peace when he offered them food in the first place…. makes them help him, then helps them anyways… idk the motivation portrayal in the show felt way more wishy washy and weak than in the books

The trap was really cool but it didnt read well until Annabeth went thru.

Different food on the table with Ares when they cut back to him and Grover at night. Super understandable that they could go thru multiple meals, but there’s no visuals of either character eating or calling the waitress over to get more food or like ANY storytelling cue to have the changing food make sense/have a reason to change. It just becomes another thing that kinda takes me out of the story.

Why is the Tunnel of Love where the shield “must” be?? There’s no indication that Percy and Annabeth have a demigod intuition towards the place, or that they’ve looked elsewhere. It’s stated like a fact that the audience is just supposed to accept and go along with. Where’s the reasoning???

Didn’t love the sound design when “What is Love” came in. Is it supposed to be playing in a tunnel loudly or not? The song kept getting louder and softer at diff points in a way that really took me out of the ‘realism’ of the moment.

What in the H2O water powers hard-to-read special effects was that 😭😂

The scene cuts between the Percy/Annabeth to Grover/Ares feels so choppy… :(

THE SWITCH TO THE FISHBOWL/OVERHEAD CAMERA POV… laughing so hard mfg. just Why.

Hwhat is the reasoning behind automatically assuming that the chair and shield are connected. 😭😭😭. Ik the books have way more context and internal dialogue. Pls show, just have them try and reach the shield or pull it down or say SOME sort of reasoning for why they’re connected instead of just spouting another fact that we’re supposed to go along with.

Ok I love Hephaestus’s character in the books and in mythology. For some reason this actor didn’t conjure him for me. My Hephaestus is hunched, buff, more noticeably physically disabled, more dramatic and eccentric and kind and gruff. Idk this actor just fell flat for me.

Just small things with the scene cuts. Like how the camera stays on someone’s face for a second or two too long… all the fckn time. Small, consistently annoying thing for me. ¯\_(:/)_/¯

“Thank you for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers.” … what? Isn’t the whole point that Grover was buttering him up? What is the point of the emotional abuse comment to Ares’s face if Grover was playing him up the whole time. It feels like something that was written for kitschy woke-ism points instead of a genuine callout/dialogue that fits more smoothly with what’s happening before, during and after that moment. Cause then Grover asks for paper towels immediately after… 😅 bruh what.

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: hsmtmts 2x01-2x12

gina saying ‘i’m gonna make my mark’ while walking through nini and ricky, causing them to break their handhold…yeah.

poor gina, she likes ricky so much

that was harsh, ricky didn’t deserve that.

oh my God, nini’s ‘team kourt’ pullover is so cute

blondie has a great voice but she’s a shit person, i have to say

kourt, ash and gina did so good but i kinda wish ashs voice wasn’t at the forefront

i officially hate blondie, how dare her laugh at big red falling???

ashlyn as belle my beloved <3

I KNEW SHE WAS A SPY

the hearts on nini’s face, aw

lmfaoooo he’s in denver

‘…i’m taking it in stride’ ‘you’re dressed in all black’ pls

big red saying valentine’s day is centered around the color red so he should have it on lock and pointing to his hair was hilarious i love him

ricky definitely has some buried feelings for gina cause there’s no other reason why their scenes are now slightly awkward in that cute way it is when characters have mutual feelings for each other and don’t know how to act esp when one half is in a relationship 🤭

‘there are just some things i tell you that i don’t tell anybody else’ ‘i think we do that for each other’ who else is doing it like them? definitely not rini lmao

not ricky shushing gina cause nini’s calling??? now why would he do that if he didn’t feel slightly guilty for hanging out with her? emotionally cheating ricky we love you🫂

big red and ashlyn are so adorable together

GOD RICKY AND THE CHOCOLATES, I CANT BREATHE

the way ricky immediately sent that text to gina, he’s so fucking obvious 😭

‘love you, mom!’ seb is so cute

kourt as lead when??

ricky’s fucking face when he sees nini’s voicemail and gina’s text 😭

reds song was saurrr cute

ricky’s down so bad, gina didn’t even say anything funny and he immediately lost it

‘what, do i need to send you a random box of chocolates to prove it? 😏’ gina is literally the only one so far who brings out ricky’s flirty side

‘i go big, gina. you know that.’ GOD

kinda wanna throw hands with mr mazzara for being there for ej but not willing to be there for ricky earlier

need someone to notice something’s wrong with gina and hug her

is gina leaving again? kinda getting that vibe

gina’s performance was AMAZING

WOW i think that’s genuinely the best cover of ‘the climb’ i’ve ever heard

‘i’ve never been accused of being speechless’ 🫂

oh wow, they stole their beauty and the beast idea

‘i’m ready to come home’

‘what would you ask your future self?’ ‘trick question, gaston’s dead!’ he’s not wrong 😭

ricky’s allergic to change and it’s definitely his parents fault

‘i wouldn’t quit on us, if i wasn’t moving away’

‘nini’s back and…he’s so happy now’ SHE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY, TOO!!!!

espionage 😭😭

gina finally got a hug 🥹

ricky saying he’d ask if the beast and belle were still together in the future + nini writing that song…yeah, they were built to fall apart

‘oh my God, is your phone hungry?!’ lmfaoooo

‘do you really think they’d steal from us?’ ‘i would :D’ pls?? gina’s so funny 😭

‘if you leave me unsupervised with their costumes i cannot promise i won’t go all gina 1.0 in there’ lmfao i love her

the way i gasped in sync with everyone else when that kid called the costume fugly 😭

ricky and nini is the worst relationship on the show

OH MY GOD???

okay, i did NOT see howie being the beast coming

‘miss jen, we didn’t break anything’ ‘would you like me to be the first?’ miss jen said her hands are rated E for everyone

‘keep our heads down and our chins up’ ‘i don’t think that’s physically possible’ ‘it’s an expression, sebastian!’ she’s so done with him 😭

rini needs to end, they aren’t good together at all

i already hate ej’s dad, he sounds so full of himself and he’s only said a few words lmao

kourt’s mom is the best parent on the show i fear

damn, all the relationships are imploding this ep

i would’ve preferred gina and ej just being friends tbh

i feel bad for nini and ricky of course, but their relationship was not it

okayyyy an andi mack reunion!! i’m here for it!

i love the song and video they made, i just wish ricky was there, too

gina is so damn shippable cause why am i here thinking her and jack would be cute together

ricky’s song is so good

ej showing up at the airport…ricky should’ve ran into gina there on his way home and they should’ve taken an uber together or something

‘i think i may have played troy at one point’ pls 😭

lily’s incredibly annoying

seblos 🥹

oh fuck, ricky fell 😭

the musical is really good

A BIG BROTHER FIGURE, I’M CRYING

lily stole the harness, didn’t she?

well.

‘i’ve always seen your name in lights’ oh my God, they’re so cute!!!

why can’t gina ever just be happy?!?

Gina and nini’s friendship (i use that word loosely lmao) is cute

nini being more upset about her and gina than ricky and gina…she doesn’t give a fuck about him dkgjfjs

oh wow, gina’s definitely gonna introduce nini to her brother

‘are you happy?’ miss jen is already better than both of ricky’s parents just by asking that simple question

i’m so glad they dropped out

oh brother

the cast performing you are the music in me 🫶🏻🥹

aww, olivia crying 🥺

that’s a wrap on s2 and if you made it to the end of this lb, pat yourself on the back lmfao